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WE GOT THE BISCUITS
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Hip-Hop/Rap
WE GOT THE BISCUITS was released on November 8, 2018 by Downtown JV as a part of the album NOIR
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AlbumNOIR
Release DateNovember 8, 2018
LabelDowntown JV
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM66

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smino
Smino
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Smith Jr.
Christopher Smith Jr.
Songwriter
Ahmanti Booker
Ahmanti Booker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
monte booker
monte booker
Producer
Elton "L10MixedIt" Chueng
Elton "L10MixedIt" Chueng
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Ooh-ooh)
(Woah)
(Ooh-ah)
I ain't goin' baby
[Verse 2]
I’m positively poppin'
On my zit shit
Tear up the pussy proper (Go ham)
It's a meniscus
W-w-w dot (We got 'em)
We got the biscuits
W-w-w dot (We got 'em)
We got the biscuits
[Verse 3]
I get the dough baby, when I do-re-mi
She got that fa-sol-ee-ah-tee
I get the dough baby, when I do-re-mi
She got that fire, so I’m tired
[Verse 4]
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)
[Verse 5]
I’m positively poppin'
On my zit shit
Tear up the pussy proper (Go ham)
It's a meniscus
W-w-w dot (We got 'em)
We got the biscuits
W-w-w dot (We got 'em)
We got the biscuits
[Verse 6]
I get the dough baby, when I do-re-mi
She got that fa-sol-ee-ah-tee
I get the dough baby, when I do-re-mi
She got that fire, so I’m tired
[Verse 7]
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
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
[Verse 8]
I’m positively poppin'
On my zit shit
Tear up the pussy proper (Go ham)
It's a meniscus
W-w-w dot (We got 'em)
We got the biscuits
W-w-w dot (We got 'em)
We got the biscuits
[Verse 9]
I get the dough baby, when I do-re-mi
She got that fa-sol-ee-ah-tee
I get the dough baby, when I do-re-mi
She got that fire, so I’m tired
[Verse 10]
Damn, the fuck it’s so cold in L.A.?
This muh'fuckin piece of shit
Come on, damn
Nephew, in this bitch smokin'
Nephew, in this bitch smokin'
Nephew, smokin'
Write that shit ****
[Verse 11]
Nowadays I, feel like I
Can't fuck bitches without other bitches all knowing my business
'Nage à trois on my mind like my locs
So I hop in my ride to meet you and your partner, mmhm
The Southside of Chicago, mhmm
On The 9 2 be proper plus Uber
They Serge'in Ibaka, parkour on that pussy
Pop wheelies on your walls
A **** purge on yo pearls
I stick it up like jewelry shop break ya down like a hoopty
Ol' faithful my getaway from my
My getaway
Written by: Ahmanti Booker, Christopher Smith Jr.
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