Foxy Brown - Stylin Lyrics
[Foxy Brown]Remix[Baby]Boss, I see you there!I see you Mike! I see you Roy!Keep your hands up nigga keep fightin[Baby]Mami, boss nigga, boss *****Boss whips with boss chipsDrive Escalade on boss bladesSitten on them twenty-tre'sand thats on some stop and go'sWhen I pull up the car stop the rims still flow'sPicture me rollin like thisBurberry, Gucci, interior so slickMe and Foxy with the matchip whipsThat Benz, that Bently, Lambourgini luxury shitI red carpet my *****Bought her up to Jacob and laced my *****I bought a 99 Hummer***** that I got 99 bundlesNigga life is a hustle***** that little daddy, life is a struggle![Foxy]Its necessary we styles in BurburryAnd our walk is mean in them Frankie B. jeans boyIts necessary we stays in BurburryAnd a Mark Jacob bag and a H-Tod shoe (Whoo)[Noreaga]Its necessary we smoke the blueberryand we pop that Louie thirteen with our team boyIts necessary we rock the Sean JohnWith a nice throwback and some Air Force Ones[Noreaga]See, all that ain't nothin we at the bar frontinIts necessary I smokes that blueberryWhen I do white liquor I do it with cranberryNiggas fall off top and look at they fans worriedBut uhh, see I don't care bout nothin no moreI used to act like I like you, I ain't frontin no moreWe used to lay up in the park, Dump buckets of rawNow I hope you die slow, plus a nigga thats poorSee snakes I can't deal withFools they can't build withStupid, get shot in the foot and get and then killed inBut still niggas doubt my nameI move slow like Ozzy Osbourne with a caneGhetto tabernacle, and s
