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

While you hoes rich, I'm a made bitch
It's funny, how you bitches forget who the bitch?
Filthy and I don't hate, I still throw on some Sean John shit
all rocking, ankle frostbit

Fox to cocky, nigga, know place
Nigga fuck this til I cop a case
Face no dudes in this shit, I'm a classy
A style and my dot six shits
Before I run Prada and skate through the district

Niggas see me on some real flip shit
Cop my biscuit on some fuck-a-do
What? Niggas 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 that I whip that got you dazed?
Or the way I be lookin' when I my braids
And of course y'all know, my niggas

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

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Who the fuck, niggas think are?
F O X Y pull 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 pulls cars
Hookas meet us at the bar
We gon shop, unless its on and pop

Y'all niggas kill me 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 told me

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

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

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