[Talk:]
Fox A Mill
Ukno What It Is
U Kno
U Kno What It Is
I Shouldn't Have To Tell Ya
Get Ya Station Right n****
Turn Me Up
Turn Me Up n****
Turn Me Up
Turn Me Up n****
Look Look
[Verse 1:]
Ha chu excuse me bless my cough
Being that clean should be against the got d*** law
Step off in the club baley make my a** to the bar
Everybody wanna holla so I guess I'm a star
And my fit owww so sick
Patna you can't offord it so just get off of my d***
And neck piece nothin but a s** piece
My wrist game gimme brain
My ear game make em chu chu run a train
I'm so trill with it
If you don't like the way Lil Foxx rock kill yoself cause you
Gon have to deal with it
I'm not a stunna
I'm a show off
And I ain't seen a mill yet just wait you gon really see me go off
[Hook: x2]
My chain got a cold, my watch go the flu
My whip got cancer and my rims got it too
My fit got a fever I mean that s***
Everything I own I swear it's sick
[Verse 2:]
Why these n***** keep a hatin on me
Is it the ice I rock are the money I see
The big fine b****** are the hundreds I see
The 4's on the rove are that old skool thing
The coogi are the gucci
The jordans are the nikes
The 40 are the chopper
The mistress are the wifey
The monkeys are the bauds
The platium are the golds
The way I act at shows are the way I act in hoes
My fit owww so sick
Potna u can't afford it so just get off of my d***
And my kicks so sick need to get some head for it
And the way I be shining I ought a get some head for it
I'm the n**** off the back street used to love basketball
Made a quick 50 thou na I just love to ball
Trill to bone grisle T chain on my chest
That fifth wheel so sick that b**** ought a be on bed rest
[Hook: x2]
My chain got a cold
My watch got the flu
My whip got cancer and my rims got it too
My fit got a fever
I mean that s***
Everything I own I swear it's sick
[Verse 3:]
Goosey and covonna gon doin bout a hundred
Everybody hittin my phone but they ain't talkin bout no money
Just the beginning but I'm in it number two up in the country
MTV, BET I'm the s*** na let's be honest
Lotta n***** wanna try me just don't know they a** get punished
Lotta women wanna ride me just don't know they a** get punished
Everything I say I got it I ain't neva been bout stuntin
Yeah I'm MR. WIPE ME DOWN AND CAN'T NO n**** TAKE IT FROM ME!
Got my no minds with me meaning they don't have since
If u ever play with foxx hits will be sent
Real recognize real do u know what that meant
I can see through u fake n***** like baley legal tent
And my fit owww so sick
Potna u can't afford it so just get off of my d***
All that tough talk I don't pay no mind dog
U say u sicker than FOXX THEN WHY THE f*** U AIN'T SIGNED DOG!
[Hook: x2]
My chain got a cold
My watch got the flu
My whip got cancer and my rims got it too
My fit got a fever
And I mean that s***
Everything I own I swear it's sick
Fox A Mill
Ukno What It Is
U Kno
U Kno What It Is
I Shouldn't Have To Tell Ya
Get Ya Station Right n****
Turn Me Up
Turn Me Up n****
Turn Me Up
Turn Me Up n****
Look Look
[Verse 1:]
Ha chu excuse me bless my cough
Being that clean should be against the got d*** law
Step off in the club baley make my a** to the bar
Everybody wanna holla so I guess I'm a star
And my fit owww so sick
Patna you can't offord it so just get off of my d***
And neck piece nothin but a s** piece
My wrist game gimme brain
My ear game make em chu chu run a train
I'm so trill with it
If you don't like the way Lil Foxx rock kill yoself cause you
Gon have to deal with it
I'm not a stunna
I'm a show off
And I ain't seen a mill yet just wait you gon really see me go off
[Hook: x2]
My chain got a cold, my watch go the flu
My whip got cancer and my rims got it too
My fit got a fever I mean that s***
Everything I own I swear it's sick
[Verse 2:]
Why these n***** keep a hatin on me
Is it the ice I rock are the money I see
The big fine b****** are the hundreds I see
The 4's on the rove are that old skool thing
The coogi are the gucci
The jordans are the nikes
The 40 are the chopper
The mistress are the wifey
The monkeys are the bauds
The platium are the golds
The way I act at shows are the way I act in hoes
My fit owww so sick
Potna u can't afford it so just get off of my d***
And my kicks so sick need to get some head for it
And the way I be shining I ought a get some head for it
I'm the n**** off the back street used to love basketball
Made a quick 50 thou na I just love to ball
Trill to bone grisle T chain on my chest
That fifth wheel so sick that b**** ought a be on bed rest
[Hook: x2]
My chain got a cold
My watch got the flu
My whip got cancer and my rims got it too
My fit got a fever
I mean that s***
Everything I own I swear it's sick
[Verse 3:]
Goosey and covonna gon doin bout a hundred
Everybody hittin my phone but they ain't talkin bout no money
Just the beginning but I'm in it number two up in the country
MTV, BET I'm the s*** na let's be honest
Lotta n***** wanna try me just don't know they a** get punished
Lotta women wanna ride me just don't know they a** get punished
Everything I say I got it I ain't neva been bout stuntin
Yeah I'm MR. WIPE ME DOWN AND CAN'T NO n**** TAKE IT FROM ME!
Got my no minds with me meaning they don't have since
If u ever play with foxx hits will be sent
Real recognize real do u know what that meant
I can see through u fake n***** like baley legal tent
And my fit owww so sick
Potna u can't afford it so just get off of my d***
All that tough talk I don't pay no mind dog
U say u sicker than FOXX THEN WHY THE f*** U AIN'T SIGNED DOG!
[Hook: x2]
My chain got a cold
My watch got the flu
My whip got cancer and my rims got it too
My fit got a fever
And I mean that s***
Everything I own I swear it's sick