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WE GOT THE BISCUITS
by Smino
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Ooh
Woah!
Ooh
There you go baby
I'm positively poppin', on my zit shit
Tap the pussy proper, (no hands) it's a meniscus
Dovey dovey dovey dove (we got it)
We got the biscuits
Dovey dovey dovey dove (we got it)
We got the biscuits
I get the dough baby when I do-re-mi
She got that Fa So Le Ah Ti
I get the dough baby when I do-re-mi
She got that fire, so I'm tired
I get the dough, like Homer (doh!)
All this paper look like homework (woah!)
Shawty a glacier in a cold world (it's cold!)
Her booty flat like Converse
But when we converse she said kind words
I like how your mind work, let's see how your brain is
I (?)
Fuck 40 acres, want the whole world
Never complacent, come and place it
Right on my face lemme recline back
(?) (hmm hmm)
I'm positively poppin', on my zit shit
Tap the pussy proper, (no hands) it's a meniscus
Dovey dovey dovey dove (we got it)
We got the biscuits
Dovey dovey dovey dove (we got it)
We got the biscuits
I get the dough baby when I do-re-mi
She got that Fa So Le Ah Ti
I get the dough baby when I do-re-mi
She got that fire, so I'm tired
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
I got the dough she got the cake
Let's talk the show no Ricki Lake
They paper trail like everyday
We make the paper percolate
We had the tape to respect, they seen us
We grew up with some sticky fingers
Cause I was serving a whole arena
I was right there when he had the Chingy
Then I was the shy nigga blingy blingy
I open this bag, it get stinky stinky
Hop in the Jag and get itty bitty
I'm outta town man I miss the city
I might just buy a whole block off of (?)
Throw me a fire show in the city
Tryna inspire the little kiddies
Tryna return it to the cribby, yeah
I'm positively poppin', on my zit shit
Tap the pussy proper, (no hands) it's a meniscus
Dovey dovey dovey dove (we got it)
We got the biscuits
Dovey dovey dovey dove (we got it)
We got the biscuits
I get the doughh baby when I do-re-mi
She got that Fa So Le Ah Ti
I get the dough baby when I do-re-mi
She got that fire, so I'm tired
The fuck it's so cold in LA?
This muh'fuckin piece of shit
Come on, damn!
Nephew, in this bitch smokin'
Nephew, smokin'
Write that shit nigga
Nowadays I, feel like I, can't go (?) without all the bitches out knowing my business
Nowadays I, on my mind ?
So I hopped in my ride to meet you and you partner, mhm
That's outside the Chicago, mhm
On the 9 to be proper, plus Uber they surging
I'm bout to perform on that pussy, pop wheelies over your walls
That nigga (?)
Let's stick it up like a jewelry shop
Break it down like Old Hoopti, old faithful
Get away from a, I'mma get away
Ooh
Woah!
Ooh
There you go baby
I'm positively poppin', on my zit shit
Tap the pussy proper, (no hands) it's a meniscus
Dovey dovey dovey dove (we got it)
We got the biscuits
Dovey dovey dovey dove (we got it)
We got the biscuits
I get the dough baby when I do-re-mi
She got that Fa So Le Ah Ti
I get the dough baby when I do-re-mi
She got that fire, so I'm tired
I get the dough, like Homer (doh!)
All this paper look like homework (woah!)
Shawty a glacier in a cold world (it's cold!)
Her booty flat like Converse
But when we converse she said kind words
I like how your mind work, let's see how your brain is
I (?)
Fuck 40 acres, want the whole world
Never complacent, come and place it
Right on my face lemme recline back
(?) (hmm hmm)
I'm positively poppin', on my zit shit
Tap the pussy proper, (no hands) it's a meniscus
Dovey dovey dovey dove (we got it)
We got the biscuits
Dovey dovey dovey dove (we got it)
We got the biscuits
I get the dough baby when I do-re-mi
She got that Fa So Le Ah Ti
I get the dough baby when I do-re-mi
She got that fire, so I'm tired
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
I got the dough she got the cake
Let's talk the show no Ricki Lake
They paper trail like everyday
We make the paper percolate
We had the tape to respect, they seen us
We grew up with some sticky fingers
Cause I was serving a whole arena
I was right there when he had the Chingy
Then I was the shy nigga blingy blingy
I open this bag, it get stinky stinky
Hop in the Jag and get itty bitty
I'm outta town man I miss the city
I might just buy a whole block off of (?)
Throw me a fire show in the city
Tryna inspire the little kiddies
Tryna return it to the cribby, yeah
I'm positively poppin', on my zit shit
Tap the pussy proper, (no hands) it's a meniscus
Dovey dovey dovey dove (we got it)
We got the biscuits
Dovey dovey dovey dove (we got it)
We got the biscuits
I get the doughh baby when I do-re-mi
She got that Fa So Le Ah Ti
I get the dough baby when I do-re-mi
She got that fire, so I'm tired
The fuck it's so cold in LA?
This muh'fuckin piece of shit
Come on, damn!
Nephew, in this bitch smokin'
Nephew, smokin'
Write that shit nigga
Nowadays I, feel like I, can't go (?) without all the bitches out knowing my business
Nowadays I, on my mind ?
So I hopped in my ride to meet you and you partner, mhm
That's outside the Chicago, mhm
On the 9 to be proper, plus Uber they surging
I'm bout to perform on that pussy, pop wheelies over your walls
That nigga (?)
Let's stick it up like a jewelry shop
Break it down like Old Hoopti, old faithful
Get away from a, I'mma get away