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Pretty Boy
Yo, tell Foxy to hold all that down
Aight, hold on
Foxy
Uhh, that's cool
First b*tch, what
Foxy Brown
There ya'll girls go, straight yappin' again
Oh the TV show fked up, got you rappin' again
Ya'll girls is scared now, got you rhymin' from the heart now
Been talkin' s**t, what the fk you wanna start now
Mad cause he Pretty
Seent ya fruity as* straight starin' at my t*ts
Spendin' chips to get me, who me!
Strickly d*ckly, fks wit' no chicks
Only the thuggest cats, with the, stiffest d*cks
Picture this, ya'll broke girls wanna see me diss ya'll
Just to get ya'll rich, never
It's simple s**t, this little navigator
Litte high heeled gators, be gettin' you sick
What the fk is this
Ain't ya'll girls supposed to be CEO's, and actresses, whoa
See this dough, this bomb as* face in this
Pretty roll in this, heavy dough
Don't ya'll chicks know, I inherit from the best
My nigg* Jay, so you feelin' the rest
Bnnie and Clyde, b*tch!
You don't worry bout this, he like this
The way the s**t mines, just look at your wrist
Why is she even trippin' off this hallf as* s**t
We rockin' stadiums, splittin' half that s**t
He like, huh, here go the keys, go flash that s**t
Matter fact, take this birck, and go stash that s**t
That's right, I'm bare foot
On the stage with the look
Now you clones, d*ck ridin' my throne
I'ma let ya'll hoes know, for the first and last time
I'm on that Brooklyn s**t, 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, b*tch, I said it
I'ma dress dress royal
Talk to me...