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Ooh-in,
F O X nigga, Made Men, it's official gangsta'
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 who the don-ga-gun bitch?
Filthy rich and I don't hate, I still throw on Sean John shit
Ears all rocking, ankle

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 through Prada and skate through the

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

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

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

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

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Who the fuck chicks think they
M A D E pulls cars
Hookas better 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 before you it, dude, I be bangin' 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 won't it back
Me, Benzino, you over a bitch?
What? that

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

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