Letra Talk to me Dj Clue

Talk to me

[pretty boy]
Yo, tell foxy to hold all that down
Aight, hold on

[foxy]
Uhh, thats cool
First bitch, what

[foxy brown]
There yall bitches go, straight yappin again
Oh the tv show fucked up, got you rappin again
Yall 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, yall broke bitches wanna see me diss yall
Just to get yall rich, never
Its simple shit, this little navigator
Litte high heeled gators, be gettin you sick
What the fuck is this
Aint yall bitches supposed to be ceos, and actresses, whoa
See this dough, this bomb ass face in this
Pretty roll in this, heavy dough
Dont yall chicks know, I inherit from the best
My nigga jay, so you feelin the rest
Bnnie and clyde, bitch!
You dont 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
Thats right, Im bare foot
On the stage with the look
Now you clones, dick ridin my throne
Ima let yall hoes know, for the first and last time
Im on that brooklyn shit, and Im takin whats mine
Yeah, now you made, aint no royalties left?
Hah, Ill show you royalty
Dead on your royalty, uhh
Ima stay talkin about gettin proper
Yeah, bitch, I said it
Ima dress dress royal
Talk to me...