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

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

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

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

Is it the on my wrist that got you amazed?
Or the that I whip that got you dazed?
Or the way I be lookin' I rock my braids
And of course y'all know, my niggas

So fuck what you heard, it's and plain
Benzino cock back to shock your brain
Can't stop that I lock this game
Won't hold back, I want lots of

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

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

niggas kill me tryin' to bang on wax
Fake gangstas, my shit bang on
And before you know it, dude, I be your act
You not a real thug, I mean, she told me

And get it twisted 'cause I hold the gat
Don't try and risk it, I hold it back
Me, Benzino, kill you a bitch?
Picture that

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

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