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fiend - buzzin lyrics

[verse:1 fiend]

my name buzzin, austin bee hive
im dippin in that old money like your grandpas ex three wives
tuxedo ready but i move like im in a pair of levis
bow ties, low-fi, oh my! jones, so high, no lie
you should put that in a bong, instead i use some papers and i put that in a song
my grammer produce grams, to grand in that order
before millions she was saying she never came harder
guilty as this new gucci im spraying on
dope d-ck ma’, you gon’ need something to weigh it on
you gon’ have to raise the bar for me, quietly
you with royalty, im with a botanist in the lap, go bring the jar for me
jones, top of the game
mr. scoreboard, the job pay well i just encourage her to go for it

[verse 2: nesby phips]

she told me that she love my cologne
and my response to her is, i ain’t even got none on, im ice cold
perfer my music up high with the lights down low
posted on a verde terrace with a nice brown ho
my life well, you might find mo’ intriguing than the current lifestyle that youre leading
shall i say, lacking? really, i just speak from the gut
shall i say, rapping? blinded by the lights andthe camera
someone say action. i wonder if phips know he the sh-t?
some one should ask him. then surely after find out exactly how much he taxin’
they say, is that a mic in your pocket, or you just happy?
i said both, then pulled it out, and bust on a flow
i figured that since you asked, you really wanted to know
the only real way to prove your point, is to show
i got that ??? if youre looking for glow
(what is you talk’n ’bout?) ooh nothin’.. im just buzzin

- fiend lyrics

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