- Smino we got the biscuits 歌詞
- Smino
- Oooh
Woah!
Oooh
I aint goin baby
I'm positively poppin, on my zit s**t
Tear up the ***** proper, (Go ham) its a meniscus
W-w-w dot (We got it)
We got the biscuits
W-w-w dot (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 (Its cold!)
Her booty flat like Converse
But when we converse , she said kind words
I like how your mind work, lets see how your brain is
I concur
**** 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)
Im positively poppin, on my zit s**t
Tear up the **** * proper, (Go ham) its a meniscus
W-w-w dot (We got it)
We got the biscuits
W-w-w dot (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 Im 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 ** ***, blingy blingy
I open this bag, it get stinky, stinky
Hop in the Jag and get itty bitty
Im 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 s**t
Tear up the **** * proper, (No hands) its a meniscus
W-w-w dot (We got it)
We got the biscuits
W-w-w dot (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 Im tired
**** it's so cold in LA?
This muh****** piece of s**t...
Come on, damn!
Nephew... in this ** *** smokin
Nephew... smokin
Write that s**t *****
Nowadays I, feel like I, cant **** ******* without other ******* 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 parkour on that *****
Pop wheelies on your walls
A ***** purge on yo pearls
I stick it up like jewelry shop break ya down Like a hoopti
Ol faithful my getaway from my
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