Talk To Me Lyrics - Singles - Foxy Brown

[Pretty Boy] 

Yo, tell Foxy to hold all that down 

Aight, hold on 

[Foxy] 

Uhh, that's cool 

First bitch, what 

[Foxy Brown] 

There ya'll bitches go, straight yappin' again 

Oh the TV show fucked up, got you rappin' again 

Ya'll bitches is scared now, got you rhymin' from the heart now 

Been talkin' shit, what the fuck 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 dickly, fucks wit' no chicks 

Only the thuggest cats, with the, stiffest dicks 

Picture this, ya'll broke bitches wanna see me diss ya'll 

Just to get ya'll rich, never 

It's simple shit, this little navigator 

Litte high heeled gators, be gettin' you sick 

What the fuck is this 

Ain't ya'll bitches 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 nigga Jay, so you feelin' the rest 

Bnnie and Clyde, bitch! 

You don't worry bout this, he like this 

The way the shit mines, just look at your wrist 

Why is she even trippin' off this hallf ass shit 

We rockin' stadiums, splittin' half that shit 

He like, huh, here go the keys, go flash that shit 

Matter fact, take this birck, and go stash that shit 

That's right, I'm bare foot 

On the stage with the look 

Now you clones, dick ridin' my throne 

I'ma let ya'll hoes know, for the first and last time 

I'm on that Brooklyn shit, 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'ma stay talkin' about gettin' proper 

Yeah, bitch, I said it 

I'ma dress dress royal 

Talk to me...