Lyrics:
some feelings huh man with
A handful of diamonds
Like Jay fans on an island with ray bans
Glasses, palmin' asses that probably came
With a great tan
I
Everybody disco when they see the weight ticket
One man's trash is another man's biscuit
I like my bread hard and fortified with iron
Make it metal for me one
No Mans land in the coldest districts
My dons flip Z's and be throwing biscuit's
Feds got me ducking and diving
I don't understand how
We're fucking
mercy I love her kisses
Man I can't get enough
Kinda like chicken and biscuits
She can rock them high heel shoes
But she'd rather wear cowboy boots
Cut
It's quite possible that I'm your third man, girl
But it's a fact that I'm the seventh son
It's quite possible that I'm your third man, girl
But
It's quite possible that I'm your third man, girl
But it's a fact that I'm the seventh son
It's quite possible that I'm your third man, girl
But
mad vapors
On an island by myself
No I don't have neighbors
No I don't have neighbors
Yea it's Skip hoe
Bitch I shine bright like a crystal
Losing focus
Ooh la la Bangladesh
Hey
See a nigga like me gonna get money till I get rich
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever
mercy I love her kisses
Man I can't get enough
Kinda like chicken and biscuits
She can rock them high heel shoes
But she'd rather wear cowboy boots
Cut
a verse as profound as this
Back in my day, we had a dope hip hop game
And ya couldn't just get rich off some TikTok fame
I mean c'mon man, ya can't tell me
you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come
I've been sorta distant
I've been told it's best to stay at home
But I'm tryna get the biscuits
Top the shelf and let 'em see me on (Let 'em see me
can't go)
Don C, Nigo, in the same row (the same row)
Ayy, I swear Paris will be prayed for
I need Casablanca by the caseload (caseload)
Silks with
All about the paper
I be getting richer
Put the drip on me
Shuddy no man sicker
Only one shoe
One shirt
One nikka
All about the Juice
Im
just grab 'I'm in the biscuits!
And doowutchyalike.
Now, red, white, black, tan, yellow, or brown,
It really doesn't matter, we can all get down,
just grab 'I'm in the biscuits!
And doowutchyalike.
Now, red, white, black, tan, yellow, or brown,
It really doesn't matter, we can all get down,
through these biscuit tins
Man, why you looking at me?
Why you looking at me, son?
I really will remember
I really will remember this one
Well...
Money
Like I'm so motherfuckin' hungry
Man my head hurt
I had to get myself together
Make my head work but at the same time
Keep my rap career first
But
mercy I love her kisses
Man I can't get enough
Kinda like chicken and biscuits
She can rock them high heel shoes
But she'd rather where cowboy boots
Cut
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
now it's on to Disco biscuits
Ima nice guy but pray u never see me with a flipped switch
If I can't wake up by the water then my auras outta order
better kneel
When you see me comin
Big Scoob got em runnin
Sex when I flex I catch
Wreck on the world tour
With dough in my pockets big
Like the Biscuit's
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
with her plate full still out gettin biscuits
Above average
Do more than cook cornbread and cabbage
I'ma black queen not a bad bitch
Hey you ain't heard
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