WE GOT THE BISCUITS - Smino

Oooh

Woah!

Oooh

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 Concur

Fuck 40 acres, want the whole world

Never complacent, come and place it

Right on my face lemme recline back

Actually, where was you thinkin' of buying that (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 Delmar

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 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

Damn, 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 fuck bitches without other bitches all knowing

my business

Nashey trois on my mind like my locs

So I hop in my ride to meet you and your partner mmhm

The Southside a Chicago mhmm

On The 9 2 be proper plus Uber

They surgin Ibaka parcore in that pussy

Pop wheelies on your walls

A nigga purge on yo pearls

I stick it up like jewelry shop break ya down Like a hoopti

Ol' faithful my getaway from my

My getaway