Songtext Styles Foxy Brown

Styles

[Verse 1]:

Bitches throw ya drinks up style when you're comin in

Niggas throw ya guns up wild when we be runnin in

No that ain't nothin we at the bar frontin

It's necessary we sttles in Burberry whoo

You know how it go Fox and gats

And a navy blue robe stuntin a halo

Or the I-95 keepin it live

Been a hood in the five from the kid to be fried whoo

Then slide off with an NBA jump off

Or a nice little rapper however money stack up

Do cop a little H. Dar shoe

And a little box of dudes get a watch with two

It ain't greed I got kids to feed

Fuck it all he wanna do is kill her then leave

So lay low and throw the pussy like the free throw

Brooklyn broad and bet I keep the heat low

[Chorus]:

It's necessary we styles in Burberry

And I walk as me in them Frankie B. jeans boy

It's necessary we styles in Burberry

And the Marc Jacob bag and the H. Dar jewels whoo

It's necessary we styles in Burberry

And I walk as me in them Frankie B. jeans boy

It's necessary we styles in Burberry

And the Marc Jacob bag and the H. Dar jewels

[Verse 2]:

We walk up in the club niggas be like "Oh!"

They ain't got no dough then we be like "No!"

We bout our paper and all that fam

Roamin through Planet Hollywood knockin that killer cam whoa

Up in V.I.P. with F-B with a nice throw back right below a good jean

Now dude is ill I'm lovin his boys

I'm all seein his gangsta I'm watchin the swift now

They wanna see us bitches they wanna be us

Fox and Althein the powder blue two seater

We the truth in our juicy sweatsuits

When we come through your town everything shut down

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]:

20's with the rims with custom kitted Bentley

And everything we do they assist like Jamal Tensley

Cocky bastard I only spits acid

Step on broken silence fever bout to smash it

This here's a classic we keeps it classic

I'm all engaged to dough and married to plastic

And you know how we do fresh pair of Air Force Two

With the toes stud rolled and pulled over

[Chorus]