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[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...

[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...

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