Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song WE GOT THE BISCUITS, artist - Smino. Album song NOIR, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Zero Fatigue
Song language: English
WE GOT THE BISCUITS |
| 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 |