Tramp OCTOBERSFULLMOON

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[Pre-Chorus]
Woah no, why you doing shit like that?
Ho' no, I don’t wanna smack your ass
Hobo, sir, can you spare some cash?
Frodo, got the ring on the gat
And I got the ting with the sprat

[Chorus]
Tramp in the street spitting fire like a candle, dawg
Don't diss me 'cause I wear socks with sandals, dawg
Fuck with me on the road, but I got the handle, dawg
Tramp in the street spitting fire like a candle, dawg
Don’t diss me 'cause I wear socks with sandles, dawg
Fuck with me on the road, but I got the handle, dawg

[Verse 1]
Citizen shit, bitches on dick
Ritz made profits, but I'm off it
Like J. Cole with his seasons
Sorry I don't want your reasons
8 Mile, got the trailer, teasin'
Fuck you, girl it's not you I'm pleasin'

[Verse 2]
Just bookеd a first class flight to Abiza
Then card declined, been saving for a year
Then the guy behind the desk says that I shoved my savings up my rear (What?)
And what comes with that, is old bitches gonna hear
Then I have this old dear
"You filthy little man! You can jump right of a dam!"
So I slapped that granny in the face with my hand

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