Talkin' to Me (Track Masters Remix A Cappella) feat. Foxy Brown

歌詞

[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 f**ked up, got you rappin' again Ya'll bitches is scared now, got you rhymin' from the heart now Been talkin' shit, what the f**k 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, f**ks 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 f**k 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...