[Pretty Boy]
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Yo, tell Foxy to hold all that down
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Aight, hold on
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[Foxy]
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Uhh, that's cool
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First bitch, what
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[Foxy Brown]
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There ya'll bitches go, straight yappin' again
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Oh the TV show fucked up, got you rappin' again
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Ya'll bitches is scared now, got you rhymin' from the heart now
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Been talkin' shit, what the fuck you wanna start now
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Mad cause he Pretty
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Seent ya fruity ass straight starin' at my titties
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Spendin' chips to get me, who me!
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Strickly dickly, fucks wit' no chicks
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Only the thuggest cats, with the, stiffest dicks
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Picture this, ya'll broke bitches wanna see me diss ya'll
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Just to get ya'll rich, never
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It's simple shit, this little navigator
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Litte high heeled gators, be gettin' you sick
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What the fuck is this
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Ain't ya'll bitches supposed to be CEO's, and actresses, whoa
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See this dough, this bomb ass face in this
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Pretty roll in this, heavy dough
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Don't ya'll chicks know, I inherit from the best
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My nigga Jay, so you feelin' the rest
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Bnnie and Clyde, bitch!
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You don't worry bout this, he like this
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The way the shit mines, just look at your wrist
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Why is she even trippin' off this hallf ass shit
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We rockin' stadiums, splittin' half that shit
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He like, huh, here go the keys, go flash that shit
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Matter fact, take this birck, and go stash that shit
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That's right, I'm bare foot
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On the stage with the look
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Now you clones, dick ridin' my throne
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I'ma let ya'll hoes know, for the first and last time
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I'm on that Brooklyn shit, and I'm takin' what's mine
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Yeah, now you made, ain't no royalties left?
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Hah, I'll show you royalty
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Dead on your royalty, uhh
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I'ma stay talkin' about gettin' proper
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Yeah, bitch, I said it
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I'ma dress dress royal
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Talk to me...
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Talk To Me
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DJ Clue |