Talk To Me lyrics

[Pretty Boy]
Yo, tell Foxy to hold all that down
Aight, hold on

[Foxy]
Uhh, that's cool
I was the first b*tch with it

[Foxy Brown]
There ya'll b*tches go, straight yappin' again
Oh the TV show f*cked up, got you rappin' again
Ya'll b*tches is scared now, got you rhymin' from the heart now
Been talkin' sh*t, what the f*ck you wanna start now
Mad cause he Pretty
Seent ya fruity ass straight starin' at my titties
Spendin' chips to get me
Who me!
Strickly di*kly, f*cks wit' no chicks
Only the thuggest cats, with the, stiffest di*ks
Picture this, ya'll broke b*tches wanna see me diss ya'll
Just to get ya'll
Rich, never
It's simple sh*t, this little navigator
Litte high heeled gators, be gettin' you sick
What the f*ck is this
Ain't ya'll b*tches supposed to be CEO's, and actresses, whoa
See this dough, this bomb ass face in this
Pretty roll in this, heavy dough
Don't ya'll chicks know, I inherit from the best
My n*gga Jay, so you fill in the rest
Bnnie and Clyde, b*tch!
You don't worry bout this, he like this
The way the sh*t mines, just look at your wrist
Why is she even trippin' off this hallf ass sh*t
We rockin' stadiums, splittin' half that sh*t
He like, huh, here go the keys, go flash that sh*t
Matter fact, take this birck, and go stash that sh*t
That's right, I'm bare foot
On the stage with the look
Now you clones, di*k ridin' my throne
I'mma let ya'll hoes know, for the
First and last time
I'm on that Brooklyn sh*t, and I'm takin' what's
Mine
Yeah, now you made, ain't no royalties left?
Hah, I'll show you
Royalty
Dead on your royalty, uhh
I'mma stay talkin' about gettin' proper
Yeah, b*tch, I said it
I'mma addressing all dramas
Talk to me...