Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Biscuits & Mouse Eggs, I Wanna Marry You, artist - $ILKMONEY.
Date of issue: 19.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Biscuits & Mouse Eggs, I Wanna Marry You |
Rebuild me like the six million dollar man |
Add a biometric scan to the palm of my hand |
The era of the disposable body plan |
Can I kick it, nigga? |
How much you wanna bet I can? |
Over the fence, into the yard where the grass is much greener |
Cause the sprinklers wet the lands, man |
Soon I won’t need a bitch no more |
I’ll just download my nut into the database |
And create my future seed from Tor |
You in the bleachers, but you be keepin' score? |
How? |
You niggas down a thousand |
Heard you were lost then, I hope you found an option |
If not, then bitch nigga stop |
This a hard pill to swallow so imma just crush it and snort it |
Trapped in the Matrix but still somehow I’m awake |
And I just couldn’t ignore it |
Woulda bought me some pussy, not enough cushion |
I just couldn’t afford it |
Whether I’m soaring or within torment, my soul is enormous |
My skin is gorgeous, the phone is cordless |
And so it’s under the coat that I’m sportin' |
Told him it’s touring, but it was really the dope I’m importin' |
Colored it orange and paint it back blue |
And now I’m callin it Corbit |
I’m like Steve Irwin except a nigga got poked up by a swordfish |
I know a nigga |
This melanin 440 a gram bitch |
The pale horse with us and hell follows wherever he lands in |
Been a fan since we shipped it from Mississippi to Canyon |
Been on a tangent, these bitch niggas can’t stand it |
I can’t remember what my plan is |
I just like put niggas in boxes like deadstocks |
Me and my niggas, we wash the dishes like we Malcolm and Redd Foxx |
This 50 with me, an Indian bitch with a red dot |
Your shit not hot, you got no drop and a dead block |
This an emergency, I emerge and see how to emerge in a C class |
You never heard of me? |
I’m giving third degrees with this speech class |
Three subjects and one song, history english and teach math |
Hit his kneecaps, then hit the analog down once and t-bag |
Police ass nigga, just keep tabs |
Of course a bird nigga gon' tweet mad |
If I was broke as you, I too, would probably be sad |
Imma kick the door or just sneak past |
I don’t need 'em to let me in |
Imma just be a knee with a motherfuckin' ski mask |
Ain’t no bitch |
I took a bitch to Ruth Chris and gave her the toothpicks |
I’m like Chip Skylark with a toolkit but I’m toothless |
I got a coolin kit it was rusty when I got it but I souped it |
I’m tryna kill a cracker, so my nigga, don’t make me use it |