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tramp Stamp

Veeze

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Veeze - Tramp stamp (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Veeze
Veeze
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DdotFreezing
DdotFreezing
Songwriter
Karon Vantrees
Karon Vantrees
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DdotFreezing
DdotFreezing
Producer

Lyrics

(DDot cold as a motherfucker on God) yeah How I'm gon' leave how I came in Fake broke on a bitch, 'cause she fake bad Tried to fuck 'fore I asked what her name is Airplane mode on a bitch, she ain't say yes Unlaced Ricks, my mind playin' tricks Replays at the hoes that I paid to hit You want a competition, first catch my attention Niggas fakin' litty, leave that for the bitches Fake love all I'm gettin', "Veeze what's that you sippin'?" Four of red make my cream soda look like a penny The drank be callin' me the most when I think 'bout quittin' Slimeball like P. Diddy, cakewalk to get it Most sons in history, I should be in Guinness I can't incriminate, I live illegitimate Need to stop makin' hoes snakes 'fore they kill me Need to stop makin' promises, I know I live fast She fuckin' on a famous nigga, I know that pussy wet You lonely enough to fuck a lame nigga, I feel bad I'm puttin it up, my money old just like a granddad I'm rich enough to put her son in piano actin' classes I'm the first nigga from my hood with jet lag I'm a dirty pop king, I'm buyin' Neverland I'ma go black and white shorts, Everlast Said she wanna tat "Veeze" told her "Tramp stamp it" Yeah, I told her, "Tramp stamp it" Said she wanna tat, "Veeze", yeah, tramp stamp Yeah, I told her, "Tramp stamp" Bitch, you wanna tat, "Veeze", uh, tramp stamp Yeah, I told her, "Tramp stamp" Yeah, I'm in I'ma fuck the fame up, still get the weight gone I can't wear no Bally baby, used to be my play clothes Lot of shit in my blood, but it ain't no hate though Fuck the TSA though, Jet Turks and Caicos No persistent pay though, broke men hobbies Kept a 4 off the pint, pour an Aaron Rodgers Dog mad, he ain't got no damn dollars She told me every problem while we was havin' Lobster 4 damn pockets, pokin' out it's obvious I'll spend every dollar on a dead body 200k profit, me and Swan Mafia Lil bro on the high key got exotic broccoli Blicky got me comfy, Xanny got me confident Crooked always plottin', gangster Bumpy Johnson Type of nigga see you ballin' and wanna foul you Type of nigga gettin' nowhere dick-ridin' (gang) (DDot cold as a motherfucker on God)
Writer(s): Karon Vantrees, Delanious Ward Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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