ฟังเพลงStylin' (Explicit)

Stylin' - Foxy Brown

Fever baby

Okay, alright Brooklyn

Uh oh, uh oh

uh huh

Uh oh, uh oh

uh huh

Bitches throw ya drinks up

Style when we be comin' in

Niggas throw ya guns up

While when we be runnin' in

And all that ain't nothin

We at the bar frontin'

Its necessary

We stays in Burburry

(Who)

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

(Who)

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

Y'all 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

It's necessary

We styles in Burburry

And our walk is mean

In them Frankie B. jeans boy

It's necessary

We stays in Burburry

And a Mark Jacob bag

And a H-Tod shoe

(Whoo)

It's necessary

We styles in Burburry

And our walk is mean

In them Frankie B. jeans boy

It's necessary

We stays in Burburry

And a Mark Jacob bag

And a H-Tod shoe

(Whoo)

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 ill, I'm lovin his boys

I'm all, seeing 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

Everything shut down

It's necessary

We styles in Burburry

And our walk is mean

In them Frankie B. jeans boy

It's necessary

We stays in Burburry

And a Mark Jacob bag

And a H-Tod shoe

(Whoo)

It's necessary

We styles in Burburry

And our walk is mean

In them Frankie B. jeans boy

It's necessary

We stays in Burburry

And a Mark Jacob bag

And a H-Tod shoe

(Whoo)

20's with the rims

B-custom kitted Bentley

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)

It's necessary

We styles in Burburry

And our walk is mean

In them Frankie B. jeans boy

It's necessary

We stays in Burburry

And a Mark Jacob bag

And a H-Tod shoe

(Whoo)

It's necessary

We styles in Burburry

And our walk is mean

In them Frankie B. jeans boy

It's necessary

We stays in Burburry

And a Mark Jacob bag

And a H-Tod shoe

(Whoo)