Foxy Brown - Stylin' lyrics

[Intro]

Fever Baby

OK, alright

Brooklyn,

Uh-Oh Uh-Oh

Yeah Uh Huh

Bitches throw ya drinks up, Style when we be comin' in

Niggas throw ya guns up, Whyle when we be runnin in

And all that ain't nothin, We at the bar frontin

Its 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 aint greed, Yall got kids to feed

Fuck it, All he wanna do is kill it and leave

So, Lay low and throw the pussy like the free throw

Brooklyn broad and bet I keep the heat low

[Hook]

Its 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)

[x2]

[Verse 2]

When we walk up in the club, Niggas be like, "OH!"

They aint 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 ill, I'm lovin his boys

I'm all, seing he's gangsta, I'm watching him swift now

They wanna see us, Bitches 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 x2]

[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 x2]