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FOXY BROWN lyrics : "Stylin'"

Fever Baby
OK, alright

Uh-Oh Uh-Oh
Yeah Uh Huh

(*##$es throw ya drinks up, Style when we be comin' in
^!$$%s 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
$#[email protected] it, All he wanna do is kill it and leave
So, Lay low and throw the #[email protected] like the free throw

Brooklyn broad and bet I keep the heat low


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)

[Verse 2]
When we walk up in the club, ^!$$%s 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, (*##$es 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 $$#ist like Jamaal Tinsley
@@#!y [email protected]$(, 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]

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