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Ooh-in,
F O X nigga, Made Men, it's gangsta' shit
Trackmasters, that's right, what you know about
B.K., yeah, woo

While you play rich, I'm a made bitch
It's funny, how you forget who the don-ga-gun bitch?
Filthy rich and I hate, I still throw on some Sean John shit
Ears all rocking, ankle

Fox to cocky, nigga, your place
Nigga won't fuck til I cop a case
Face no dudes in this shit, I'm a bitch
A niggas style and my dot six
Before I run through Prada and through the district

Niggas wanna see me on some real shit
Cop my biscuit on fuck-a-do shit
Niggas forgot that I'm a BK bitch
And it gets no iller this, cocksucker

Is it the rocks on my that got you amazed?
Or the cars that I whip got you dazed?
Or the way I be lookin' when I my braids
And of course know, my niggas amazed

So fuck what you heard, it's simple and
Benzino back shit to shock your brain
stop that 'til I lock this game
Won't hold back, I want of fame

Picture
Who the fuck, think they are?
F O X Y niggas car
got to meet me at the bar
Take a bitch to burp off while I'm off

that
Who the fuck think they are?
M A D E pulls bitches
Hookas meet us at the bar
We ain't gon shop, its on and pop

Y'all kill me tryin' to bang on wax
Fake gangstas, my bang on tracks
And you know it, dude, I be bangin' your act
You not a real thug, I mean, she me that

And don't get it twisted 'cause I the gat
try and risk it, I won't hold it back
Me, Benzino, kill you over a
What? Picture

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Who the fuck, niggas think they
F O X Y niggas car
got to meet me at the bar
Take a bitch to off while I'm sliding off

that
Who the fuck chicks think they
M A D E bitches cars
Hookas meet us at the bar
We gon shop, unless its on and pop