veeze – tramp stamp lyrics
[intro]
(ddot cold as a motherf+cker, on god)
yeah
[verse 1]
how i’m gon’ leave? how i came in
fake broke on a b+tch ’cause she fake bad
tried to f+ck ‘fore i asked what her name is
airplane mode on a b+tch, she ain’t say yes
unlaced ricks, my mind playin’ tricks
replays of the hoes that i paid to hit
you want a competition, first to catch my attention
n+gga fakin’ litty, leave that for the b+tches
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, cake walk 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 k!ll me
need to stop makin’ promises, i know i live fast
she f+ckin’ on a famous n+gga, i know that p+ssy wet
you lonely enough to f+ck a lame n+gga, i feel bad
i’m puttin’ it up, my money old just like a grandad
i’m rich enough to put her son in piano actin’ classes
i’m the first n+gga 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”
[interlude]
yeah, i told her, “tramp stamp it”
said she wanna tat “veeze”, yeah, tramp stamp
yeah, i told her, “tramp stamp”
said she wanna tat “veeze”, uh, tramp stamp
yeah, i told her, “tramp stamp”
yeah
i’m in
[verse 2]
i’m in f+ck the fame mode, still get the weight gone
i can’t wear no bally, baby, used to be my play clothes
lot of sh+t in my blood, but it ain’t no hate though
f+ck the tsa though, jet turks and caicos
no persistent pay though, broke men hobbies
kept a four off the pint, pour an aaron rodgers
dog mad he ain’t got no d+mn dollars
she told me every problem while we was havin’ lobster
four d+mn 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 highkey, got exotic broccoli
bl!cky got me comfy, xanny got me confident
crooked, always plottin’, gangster, bumpy johnson
type of n+gga see you ballin’, wanna foul you
type of n+gga gettin’ nowhere, d+ckridin’, gang
[outro]
(ddot cold as a motherf+cker, on god)
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