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 y'all b*tches go, straight yapping again
Oh, your TV show f*cked up, got you rapping again?
Y'all b*tches is scared now, got you rhyming from the heart now
Ain't been talking sh*t, the f*ck you wanna start now?
Mad 'cause he Pretty?
Seen ya' fruity ass straight staring at my titties, sending chicks to get me, who me?
Strickly di*kly, f*cks with no chicks
Only the thuggest cats with the stiffest di*ks, and
Picture this
Y'all broke b*tches wanna see me diss y'all just to get y'all rich? Never
It's simple sh*t
This little Navigator, litte high-heeled gators, be getting 'em sick, uh
What the f*ck is this?
Ain't y'all b*tches 'posed to be CEO's and actresses? Whoa
See this dough, this bomb-ass face in this?
I'm taking over, y'all b*tches overflowed
Don't y'all chicks know? I inherit from the best
My n*gga Jay, so you fill in the rest
Bonnie and Clyde, b*tch, he don't worry about this
He likes this, the way the sh*t mines, just look at your wrist
Why is you even tripping off this half-ass sh*t?
We rocking stadiums, mine splitting half that sh*t
He like, huh, here go the keys, go and flash that sh*t
Matter fact, take this brick and go stash that sh*t
That's right, I'm barefoot on the stage with the bare look, uh
Now these clones di*kriding my throne
I'mma let y'all b*tches know from the first to last time
That I'm on that Brooklyn sh*t and I'm taking what's mine
Yes, now you mad? Ain't no royalties left?
Got no fam' to show you loyalty? Dead you on your royalty, uh
I'mma stay talking about di*k and Prada
Broke b*tches, I said, I'm addressing all drama
Talk to Me