Smino - WE GOT THE BISCUITS lyrics

[Intro] Oooh Woah! Oooh There you go baby [Hook] I'm positively poppin’, on my zit sh** Tap the p**y 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 [?] f** 40 acres, want the whole world Never complacent, come and place it Right on my face lemme recline back [?] (hmm hmm) [Hook] I'm positively poppin', on my zit sh** Tap the p**y 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 n***a 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 [?] Throw me a fire show in the city Tryna inspire the little kiddies Tryna return it to the cribby, yeah [Hook] I’m positively poppin’, on my zit sh** Tap the p**y 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-re-mi when I do-re-mi She got that Fa So Le Ah Ti I get the dough-re-mi when I do-re-mi She got that fire, so I’m tired [Interlude] *melodic vocals* The f** it's so cold in LA? This muh'f**in piece of sh**... Come on, damn! Nephew... in this b**h smokin' Nephew... smokin’ Write that sh** n***a [Outro] Nowadays I, feel like I, can't go [?] without all the b**hes out knowing my business Nowadays I, [?] So I hopped in my ride to meet you and you partner, mhm That's outside the Chicago, mhm On the 9 to be proper, plus Uber they surging I'm bout to perform on that p**y, pop wheelies over your walls That n***a [?] Let's stick it up like a j**elry shop Break it down like Old Hoopti, old faithful Get away from a... Imma get away...