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 dick 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**? 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