Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Buzzin Remix , by - Mann. Song from the album Mann's World, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Buzzin Remix |
| Haha! |
| Whoo, whoo, whoo! |
| Man I feel like moneyyyyy! |
| (man I feel like money!) |
| They’re attracted to me! |
| (oh, yeah?) |
| They come around like honeyyyyyy! |
| (they come around like honey!) |
| Cause I’m fly like a bee! |
| (oh, yeah?) |
| Man I got 'em all buzzin', (buzzin'!) buzzin', (buzzin'!) buzzin', (buzzin'! |
| ) buzzin', |
| Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da! |
| Man I got 'em all buzzin', (buzzin'!) buzzin', (buzzin'!) buzzin', (buzzin'! |
| ) buzzin', |
| Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da! |
| Yeah, uh! |
| — Audi R-8, laid back, Black on Black |
| Diamonds on my neck and my wrist matchin' that. |
| Black mask, black Mag' - brown bag; |
| Drop down now or nigga I’ll shoot your black ass! |
| I’m a magnet to money, the paper is where I’m at |
| They attracted to me, they treat me like Pimp C. |
| I’m a P-I-M-P yo chick just chose me |
| I got so much swag, is that why you mad? |
| Control your hate trick, nothing good to say |
| Don’t say shit, keep walkin' quit talkin' keep it movin'! |
| We can keep the club jumpin' till daylight |
| From New York to L.A. through the Bay; |
| right? |
| Back up to back up in the mix like that (yeah!) |
| And I know ya like it when it’s just like that. |
| (that!) |
| All the girlies just love my swag (swag!) |
| From my kicks to the way I fix my hat. |
| (hat!) |
| I’m — back! |
| (hey!) — Fresh like some new J’s (yeah!) |
| Brodie got next NBA to pay. |
| I’m too paid! |
| (paid!) — Shaded — with some ladies |
| Reppin' my city; |
| West L.A. baby! |
| (WEST L.A., BABY!) |
| West L.A. made me this way. |
| (way!) |
| Two rules: Stay fresh, homie and get paid! |
| Hey! |
| (heeyy!) — Never broke! |
| — And never bummy! |
| (why) |
| I’m from where it’s forever sunny. |
| (okay!) |
| When I come around! |
| — 'Round, 'round… |
| They go… |
| Yeah, yeah! |
| It’s going down, down, down… |
| They go… |
| Uh! |
| — New cat with a' old school feel (feel!) |
| Only new artist with a old school deal. |
| (yeah!) |
| Tied to the game by Steve Lobell (yup!) |
| So we always win, don’t receive no help. |
| (nah!) |
| New girls act like they know me so well |
| But I shows no love and be like: «Oh, well! |
| «(well!) |
| When my album drops, sure as hell goin' sell (yup!) |
| Stack cash and laugh like L-O-L! |
| When I come around! |
| — 'Round, 'round… |
| They go… |
| Yeah! |
| — When I come around! |
| — 'Round, 'round… |
| They go… |
| When I step in yo town! |
| — Town, town… |
| They go… |
| Yeah, yeah! |
| — It's going down; |
| down, down… |
| They go… |
| Yee-uh Yee-uh! |
| — Shawty in my ear (uhh!) |
| Saying all the things that I wanna hear. |
| BUZZIN'! |
| — And as the night ends (uhh!) |
| I’m a have her and get all her friends. |
| BUZZIN'! |
| — Okay! |
| — Hands in the air (yee-uh!) |
| From the back to the front everywhere. |
| BUZZIN'! |
| — Throwin' out 20's, throwin' out hundreds |
| Ladies gotta love it! |