WE GOT THE BISCUITS

Oooh Woah Oooh There you go baby Chorus 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 Verse 1 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 Chorus 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 Verse 2 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 Chorus 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 Interlude 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 Outro 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