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biscotti
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Hip-Hop/Rap
biscotti was released on January 22, 2023 by C.o.B Ent. as a part of the album Paradis
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AlbumParadis
Release DateJanuary 22, 2023
LabelC.o.B Ent.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM66

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Angelo R. Lee
Angelo R. Lee
Songwriter

Lyrics

I’m finna smoke sum biscotti
I’m already Rollin off molly
We got sum bad hoes inna lobby
Get litty we gone have a party
Flame up that gas 93, premium
Wet that lil **** up yeah we a Fiji em
She like the dick I hit her wit titanium
Wood on her head, 2x4 on her cranium
Switch up the flow and den beat da beat like I got issues
We gone wipe yo nose like sum tissue
A 40 in here it’s gone feel like a missile
It Rip through the cartilage and through yo tissue
He a fold like a towel so i can’t let em hang
I might do his bitch throat like a drain
She a lil beast that I gotta tame
She got down her knees and we wasn’t in class but she gave me dat brain
She know her **** soft just like fabric
How dis mf kick you think it got magic
Exotic wont pass it
The wood Imma patch it
That **** I’m patchin
But them patches opposite
How that shit happen
I need sum za yes i like all the flavors
I got a lil bitch wit neck swifter den Taylor
Can’t be dry & loud ion fw cicadas
& bitch I’m on point I been cut like a razor
Keep my lil bro on point like a thumb tac
But you Prally ain’t get the punch line
Just apply a lil pressure he rip through yo shit
No we don’t give a fuck bout a frontline
Big red like Larry lobster
Got a bitch beat the pot just like Betty Crocker
We too solid
I can’t fuck wit no belly floppers
Like a clumsy **** I bet imma drop em
They can’t see my face won’t be identified
R.I.P Flip My Lil **** Solidified
If you was wit it den you woulda been had died
Might do a drill on my own ion need the guys
But if I call my bro den I bet he a ride
Yo **** bitches but they a scream free da guys
I fucked a bitch she love me now she hypnotized
Back room inna party she lemme put dick inside
Bitch I been trappin like hard work
Comin up wit my pops I did yard work
I got it out the dirt inna yard first
Now dis bitch wanna eat me like starburst
Touch a bag den I flip it no mattress
Fw wit the 5 need a red & black Patek
Bro like the 6 so he watchin my back bitch
& I Need a bad bitch like a pageant
I got courage not cowardly bitch I’m a dog
Can’t fw a pig they dirty like a hog
You claim that you wit it so leap like a frog
I roll down my window see smoke like the fog
Touchdown but I got Onna grind like a skater
Aint clique up wit nobody these **** fakers
& bitches be haters
But I get in mode just like candy
Cause she gone chew me now or later yeah
In traffic alone or I ride wit a member
Don’t kick it wit extras can’t say they remember
Imma shoot a movie if it’s bout the figures
Only mf lion I fw it is simba
Cause these **** out here bitches just like scar
I got the smoke you can’t put in a jar
You can ask d’usse I done slept in a car
Just embrace the struggle it a take you far aye
I’m finna smoke sum biscotti
I’m already Rollin off molly
We got sum bad hoes inna lobby
Get litty we gone have a party
Flame up that gas 93, premium
Wet that lil **** up yeah we a Fiji em
She like the dick I hit her wit titanium
Wood on her head, 2x4 on her cranium
Switch up the flow and den beat da beat like I got issues
We gone wipe yo nose like sum tissue
A 40 in here it’s gone feel like a missile
It Rip through the cartilage and through yo tissue
He a fold like a towel so i can’t let em hang
I might do his bitch throat like a drain
She a lil beast that I gotta tame
She got down her knees and we wasn’t in class but she gave me dat brain
Written by: Angelo R. Lee
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