Текст песни Dj Clue - Talk to Me
Dj Clue - Talk to Me слова песни
[pretty boy]Yo, tell foxy to hold all that downAight, hold on[foxy]Uhh, thats coolFirst bitch, what[foxy brown]There yall bitches go, straight yappin againOh the tv show fucked up, got you rappin againYall bitches is scared now, got you rhymin from the heart nowBeen talkin shit, what the fuck you wanna start nowMad cause he prettySeent ya fruity ass straight starin at my tittiesSpendin chips to get me, who me!Strickly dickly, fucks wit no chicksOnly the thuggest cats, with the, stiffest dicksPicture this, yall broke bitches wanna see me diss yallJust to get yall rich, neverIts simple shit, this little navigatorLitte high heeled gators, be gettin you sickWhat the fuck is thisAint yall bitches supposed to be ceos, and actresses, whoaSee this dough, this bomb ass face in thisPretty roll in this, heavy doughDont yall chicks know, I inherit from the bestMy nigga jay, so you feelin the restBnnie and clyde, bitch!You dont worry bout this, he like thisThe way the shit mines, just look at your wristWhy is she even trippin off this hallf ass shitWe rockin stadiums, splittin half that shitHe like, huh, here go the keys, go flash that shitMatter fact, take this birck, and go stash that shitThats right, Im bare footOn the stage with the lookNow you clones, dick ridin my throneIma let yall hoes know, for the first and last timeIm on that brooklyn shit, and Im takin whats mineYeah, now you made, aint no royalties left? Hah, Ill show you royaltyDead on your royalty, uhhIma stay talkin about gettin properYeah, bitch, I said itIma dress dress royalTalk to me...