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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 hoes play rich, I'm a bitch
funny, how you bitches forget who the don-ga-gun bitch?
Filthy rich and I don't hate, I still throw on some Sean shit
Ears all rocking, ankle

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

Niggas wanna see me on some real flip
Cop my biscuit on some shit
What? Niggas forgot that I'm a BK
And it gets no than this, cocksucker

Is it the rocks on my wrist that got you
Or the cars 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, simple and plain
Benzino cock back shit to your brain
Can't stop that I lock this game
hold back, I want lots of fame

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

that
Who the chicks think they are?
M A D E pulls cars
Hookas better 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 before you know it, dude, I be bangin' act
You not a real thug, I mean, she me that

And don't get it 'cause I hold the gat
Don't try and risk it, I won't hold it
Me, Benzino, kill you over a
What? 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 bitches cars
Hookas better us at the bar
We gon shop, unless its on and pop