[Intro]
Oooh
Woah!
Oooh
There you go baby
[Hook]
I'm positively poppin', on my zit shit
Tap the pussy 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 [?]
Fuck 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 shit
Tap the pussy 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 nigga 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 shit
Tap the pussy 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 fuck it's so cold in LA?
This muh'fuckin piece of shit...
Come on, damn!
Nephew... in this bitch smokin'
Nephew... smokin'
Write that shit nigga
[Outro]
Nowadays I, feel like I, can't go [?] without all the bitches 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 pussy, pop wheelies over your walls
That nigga [?]
Let's stick it up like a jewelry shop
Break it down like Old Hoopti, old faithful
Get away from a... Imma get away...
