Foxy Brown - Stylin Lyrics

*(Intro)

Fever Baby
OK, alright
Brooklyn,
Uh-Oh Uh Oh
Yeah Uh Huh

B****** throw ya drinks up, Style when we be comin' in
N***** throw ya guns up, Whyle when we be runnin in
And all that ain't nothin, We at the bar frontin
It's necessary, We stays in Burburry (Whooooo)

Verse 1

You know how it go, Fox and Gav
In a navy blue Rov, Stuttin in Halo
On the I-95, Keepin it live
In the hood, in the 5, Front of Kennedy Fried (Whooooo)
Then slide off with a NBA jump-off
Or a nice lil' rapper, Whoever money stack up
Duke, Cop a little H-Tod shoe
And them little boxer dudes, Get a watch or two (Whoa)
It ain't greed, Yall got kids to feed
F**k it, All he wanna do is kill it and leave
So, Lay low and throw the p**** like the free throw
Brooklyn broad and bet I keep the heat low

(Hook)

It's necessary, We styles in Burburry
And our walk is mean in them Frankie B. jeans bwoy
Its necessary, We stays in Burburry
And a Mark Jacob bag and a H-Tod shoe (Whoo)
(2x)

Verse 2

When we walk up in the club, Niggas be like, "OH!"
They ain't got no dough? Bet we be like, "NO!"
We bout our paper and all that fam
Rollin through Planet Hollywood knockin' that Killa Cam (Whoa)
Up in V.I.P. with F.B.
With a nice throw back, Right below a good G
Now, dude is I'll, I'm lovin his boys
I'm all, seing he's gangsta, I'm watching him swift now
They wanna see us, b****** they wanna be us
Fox and Althea in a powder blue two seater
We the truth in our Juicy sweat suits
When we come through ya town, every'ting shut down

(Hook 2x)

Verse 3

20's with the rims, B-custom kitted Bently
And everything we do, they assist like Jamaal Tinsley
Cocky bastard, I only spits acid
Slept on broken silence, fever bout to smash it
This here's a classic, We keeps it drastic
I'm all engaged engaged to dough and married to plastic
And you know how we do, fresh pair Air Force 2's
With the toaster, Kobe pull over (Whoo)

(Hook 2x)

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