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fuzz scoota - f.u.z.z. lyrics

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[intro]
hah!
n-gg-s still twisted off the bacardi
[ ]
with the voice activation we start ’em up
we not materialist we just love cars and trucks
from benzes to f150 harley trucks
pull out 25s don’t stand in a safari truck
detroit n-gg-s gate it up, partied up
we just like to look good when we party, what?
while your girl tell you to get a job with your sorry b-tt
i’m up on ike writin’ on starbucks, to star with bugz
milwaukee traitor [ ] to star with [ ]
every hood dog i’m the star, you just
imagine, i been in the game since the star [ ]
i ask my angels to bill you, i got charlie’s bucks
power three [ ]
fuzz scoota, walking microsoft, put your hitari up

[hook x 2]

they call me f.u.z.z
n-gg- holla if you see me
chicks screamin’ and hollerin’ at the tv
like “mommy mommy that’s him! that’s fuzz!”
the one man fashion show

[verse 2: fuzz]

deep in, american not a canadian not
j-pan, not an arabian, not
[ ] grave deceased to namin’ a watch
all eyes on big fellaz who be gamin’ your spot
i don’t know if it’s the party air frames with the rhyme store
that’s all, it’s the party air chain with the rocks
all i know it’s the gucci wan that came with the socks
so from the breakin’ every door that came with the box
my hardware technology change with the cops
it’s like tryin’ to explain to the cop that came for the block
hope they don’t pull your name from the box
to train with the rock
your people walkin’ by reviewin’ your remains in a box
you’re lukewarm, stop claimin’ you’re hot
cuz n-gg- proof mad cause i had his girl who was layin’ in the drop
p rocked on her name in the rock
n-gg- what, dawg? bangin’ with fuzz is like bangin’ with pac

[hook x 2]

[verse 3: fuzz]

when they grab a bar of cologne
rubber band the cargo
big fellaz stayin’ deep, 20 vans and carloads
i’m hearin’ my old flow in eminem and bizarre’s flow
i bust every n-gg- in your clique as bizarre know
big fellaz buy concept [ ]at the car show
might as well finish east when they come up with the bar code
depend on god, don’t beg scr-pe or borrow
i might be in detroit tonight and j-pan tomorrow
i crush every rap at you and your mans [ ], come on dawg
are you stupid i crush that -ss, my [bar fold?]
run up on proof like i never liked bizarre ho
by the time ya’ll reply i’m done with [ ]
i can’t be graded i’m way off the chart so
i turn to clear the blocks like [ ]
you n-gg-s is wack i’m goin’ after your star ho
no wonder you flunkies still infer that he can dog hoes

[hook x 2]

[outro]

fuzz scooter, gucci wan

“what up dog it’s your name big __ rollin’ with my big fellaz doin big things in a big way, my big dogs off the gucci wans get paper, stay famous”



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