| Oooh
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| Woah!
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| Oooh
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| There you go baby
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| I’m positively poppin', on my zit shit
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| Tap the pussy proper, (No hands) it’s a meniscus
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| Dovey dovey dovey dove (We got it)
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| We got the biscuits
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| Dovey dovey dovey dove (We got it)
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| We got the biscuits
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| I get the dough baby, when I do-re-mi
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| She got that Fa So Le Ah Ti
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| I get the dough baby, when I do-re-mi
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| She got that fire, so I’m tired
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| I get the dough, like Homer (Doh!)
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| All this paper look like homework (Woah!)
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| Shawty a glacier in a cold world (It's cold!)
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| Her booty flat like Converse
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| But when we converse, she said kind words
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| I like how your mind work, let’s see how your brain is
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| I Concur
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| Fuck 40 acres, want the whole world
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| Never complacent, come and place it
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| Right on my face lemme recline back
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| Actually, where was you thinkin' of buying that (hmm hmm)
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| I’m positively poppin', on my zit shit
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| Tap the pussy proper, (No hands) it’s a meniscus
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| Dovey dovey dovey dove (We got it)
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| We got the biscuits
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| Dovey dovey dovey dove (We got it)
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| We got the biscuits
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| I get the dough baby, when I do-re-mi
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| She got that Fa So Le Ah Ti
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| I get the dough baby, when I do-re-mi
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| She got that fire, so I’m tired
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| Ooh ooh ooh ooh
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| I got the dough, she got the cake
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| Let’s talk the show, no Ricki Lake
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| They paper trail like everyday
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| We make the paper percolate
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| We had the tape to respect, they seen us
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| We grew up with some sticky fingers
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| 'Cause I was serving a whole arena
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| I was right there when he had the Chingy
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| Then I was the shy nigga, blingy blingy
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| I open this bag, it get stinky, stinky
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| Hop in the Jag and get itty bitty
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| I’m outta town, man I miss the city
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| I might just buy a whole block off of Delmar
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| Throw me a fire show in the city
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| Tryna inspire the little kiddies
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| Tryna return it to the cribby, yeah
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| I’m positively poppin', on my zit shit
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| Tap the pussy proper, (No hands) it’s a meniscus
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| Dovey dovey dovey dove (We got it)
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| We got the biscuits
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| Dovey dovey dovey dove (We got it)
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| We got the biscuits
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| I get the dough baby, when I do-re-mi
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| She got that Fa So Le Ah Ti
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| I get the dough baby, when I do-re-mi
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| She got that fire, so I’m tired
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| Damn, the fuck it’s so cold in LA?
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| This muh’fuckin piece of shit…
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| Come on, damn!
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| Nephew… in this bitch smokin'
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| Nephew… smokin'
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| Write that shit nigga
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| Nowadays I, feel like I, can’t fuck bitches without other bitches all knowing
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| my business
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| Nashey trois on my mind like my locs
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| So I hop in my ride to meet you and your partner mmhm
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| The Southside a Chicago mhmm
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| On The 9 2 be proper plus Uber
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| They surgin Ibaka parcore in that pussy
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| Pop wheelies on your walls
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| A nigga purge on yo pearls
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| I stick it up like jewelry shop break ya down Like a hoopti
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| Ol' faithful my getaway from my
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| My getaway |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song WE GOT THE BISCUITS , by - Smino. Song from the album NOIR, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп