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

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

Fox to cocky, nigga, know place
Nigga won't this til I cop a case
Face no in this shit, I'm a classy bitch
A style and my dot six shits
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 I'm a BK bitch
And it gets no than this, cocksucker

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

So fuck what you heard, it's simple and
cock back shit to shock your brain
Can't stop that I lock this game
hold back, I want lots 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 chicks think they are?
M A D E pulls cars
better meet us at the bar
We gon shop, unless its on and pop

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

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

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

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Who the fuck chicks think they
M A D E pulls cars
Hookas meet us at the bar
We ain't gon shop, its on and pop