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

While you play rich, I'm a made bitch
It's funny, how you bitches forget who the don-ga-gun
Filthy rich and I don't hate, I throw on some Sean John shit
Ears all rocking, frostbit

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

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

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

So fuck what you heard, simple and plain
Benzino cock back to shock your brain
Can't stop that 'til I this game
Won't hold back, I lots of fame

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

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Who the chicks think they are?
M A D E bitches cars
Hookas better us at the bar
We gon shop, unless 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 thug, I mean, she told me that

And don't get it twisted I hold the gat
Don't try and risk it, I won't hold it
Me, Benzino, kill you over a
Picture that

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

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