Foxy Brown

Foxy Brown - Talk To Me lyrics

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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
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