Lyrics:
and hit that bitch up in his biscuit
(Yo, Pash, you been trippin' on them hoes)
Countin money cause I like racks and I like cheese
This bitch ask me why I
Go check the time, 5:49
He got hit up with the 556
Beef he get fried, 5:55
It's ironic cause' he died by six
Man I need him unalive like quick, he
to the sheep
Baptized by the devil n a priest, rest in peace
Candy man..
Showing me the taste of blood, bitter sweet
( I'm the rose that grew from concrete)
Let's get it, let's get it baby
Man, this shit is blasphemous
Fuck'd around and mutted all of my addresses
(Damn)
Ride by myself, don't need no
rip the mic
You can get it however you want it
'Cause I can spit it however ya like
Man, shit be tight nigga ya might need kryptonite
Man, you say that
more of a myth
I suppose trailer by the woods with
The lumberjack flannel
Surrounded by free thinkers
Fuck sheep and cattle
I'm back and looking to get
Fighting out them armpits
Biscuits lyrical carbs strengthen your noodle
Hoes give me FaceTime I don't fool with the Oovoo
Plenty flavors like strudels
Nails
(bling)
I don't want yo thotty at all she sucked me up then went and gave u some kisses
All I'm huggin is my pistol niggas softer than a biscuit
Telescope
happens when I blurt
The shit that comes to me first
I talk too much
This tongue's a curse
I purse my lips but that don't work
Man it's been longer than
it's Wrong Turn Three cuz these bars are cannibals
Yall aint ready, and I could tell by yo expression
Im up and they lower than prices during the Great
your kids, fuck your wife
Like a bacon, egg an' cheese sandwich, I'm good
Mmm, like syrup on the biscuit an' orange juice [Incomprehensible]
Come an'
your kids, fuck your wife
Like a bacon, egg an' cheese sandwich, I'm good
Mmm, like syrup on the biscuit an' orange juice [Incomprehensible]
Come an'
It was a Disco Cowboy kind of funky little party
You wore a pink hat man the mood it really matched your glow
You looked at me and in your eyes your
And I conquered at a million miles per hour
I'm killing 'em softly with these words
Haven't ya heard fuck up your face like a sketch made by Squidward
Ay
of layin' in wreck causes the stress
I have to adjust to this mess and pull when it's best
[Guru]
Yo, little big man, feelin' your oats because you're
care if you over there lookin all crazy
When I get locked up man them broads wanna save me
This the home ass whoopin biscuit in
And the j's
mi know seh
Mi got some messed up way
Every day man swear
Seems like mi no care
Every time when mi pray
Jha yo hear
Jha jha watch my
While i
By any means ima get it you better get involved
Step on the snow with the mannitol then i get it gone
Maneuver work through the trenches i hope i
that got bruised so don't stretch
Goosebumps raise Braille on your flesh
Cause everytime I spit man I know they feelin
Closer to God in a tight
deal soft as biscuits and they fucking lacking gravy
Glock like Alicia keys I let it sing
Keep the iron near the hip like a kettlebell swing
In this
no clit
Live like a king make her call me your majesty
Rob who turned the scene to a tragedy
Got her pinned up feet by her ear
Man, I'm knocking this
right
Another op down
Another op down
My pockets broccoli tops
Yo this jacket stinks
She like the smell
Smoking man I hope to catch the Sphynx
My minds in
ya
Cause they got me by the balls; and I can't risk it all
Up in the Jamaican spot, biscuit out and friskin all
Rudebwoy don't make me bloodclaat
can score
(Working for the black gas)
Cowboy number one
A born-again poor man's son
(Poor man's son)
On the air America
I modeled shirts by Van
Discuss these i man by disco biscuits Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In