Butter on My Biscuit
My Nigga Charlie said "Go Ham"
So I treat this beat like a grown man
This is yo jam
Want a little romance? Talking bout Hold hands?
My bad, No ma'am
Yo matter fact get with the program
Yo matter fact strip and a pole dance
Im a mutha fucking beast like Rodan
Trying to cut a little piece like Conan
Yo Im coming up, Bitch you don't know naaan
Can't Trick a Daddy
I always want to push a big Caddy
Get my stripes like Cincinnati
Get more paid than the Hilton Family
Ain't no game like Milton Bradley
I had my shine and still you cant see
That we on top, and the beat so hot
That I swear T-Mos had went to Grambling
Went to school, got a drum major
I kicked a tune, it was amazing
We the best until I see the rest
I mean no offense, I hope none is taken
Take shots at us, these bums hating
They pump faking, No guns blazing
We stay fresh as a tongue scraper
My lungs faded as Jamaicans
Display my southern roots
I mean this one hot like hundred proof
I mean this one hot like bubble goose
Im just coming through, with something new and got
Love in all these cities
Hugs and all these kisses
That puts Butter on my Biscuit
Butter on my Biscuit
Butter dawg, Thats Butter dawg
Sometimes Im nothing but a Dog
I got Butter on my Biscuit
Butter on my Biscuit
Butter on my Biscuit
Cheese for that broccoli
Got nothing on my niggas
With my team that shit gotta be that Flavor
That flavor flavor... Flavor
It be that flavor, that flavor flavor
We got that Flavor Neighbor
Got a new chicken
And she too delicious
Imma take a load off once I do the dishes
Im like(Wah me wah me)
Welcome to the kitchen
Im like aaaayyye
Im like aaaayyye
I said its whoa whoa whoa
whoa whoa whoa
I said its whoa whoa whoa
whoa whoa whoa
Yesterday my neighbor was knocking at my door
To borrow some flavor, you already know
So I went and got a bowl
Then I had to pour
It was hotter than the stove
Had to drop it to the floor
Like Geronimo
Don't stop that ho
My audio got mop and glow
We bout to blow like snot in your nose
Or a line of the white
Shine bright on the mic
Have the time of your life, you're invited
If you try this, then you might get a diet
If we eating, then you know you start a biting (Abiding)
If you're sleeping, then you know you got the Itis
If you're reading, then you're probably going to digest
If you're stinking, then its prolly Gingivitis Nigga
The bars like Rikers Nigga
Your squad ain't like this nigga
The style is mine, hard to find it nigga
But I be IG
Go on and like this picture
No lie dude, Hand on the Bible
And this one feels like Im writing scripture
Say whoa now
Cant slow down
Afraid I don't know how
Since the show started bringing all the sold out
And the flow started bringing all the hoes out
Cause Im in a boy band like O-Town
Now they wanna go down like Nose Dive
Like an O-Line, fresh off the block
Bumping so hard, you can just call the cops
Nigga Charlie Smarts he got
Love in all these cities
Hugs and all these kisses
That puts Butter on my Biscuit
Butter on my Biscuit
Butter dawg, Thats Butter dawg
Sometimes Im nothing but a Dog
I got Butter on my Biscuit
Butter on my Biscuit
Butter on my Biscuit
Cheese for that broccoli
Got nothing on my niggas
With my team that shit gotta be that Flavor
That flavor flavor... Flavor
It be that flavor, that flavor flavor
We got that Flavor Neighbor
So I treat this beat like a grown man
This is yo jam
Want a little romance? Talking bout Hold hands?
My bad, No ma'am
Yo matter fact get with the program
Yo matter fact strip and a pole dance
Im a mutha fucking beast like Rodan
Trying to cut a little piece like Conan
Yo Im coming up, Bitch you don't know naaan
Can't Trick a Daddy
I always want to push a big Caddy
Get my stripes like Cincinnati
Get more paid than the Hilton Family
Ain't no game like Milton Bradley
I had my shine and still you cant see
That we on top, and the beat so hot
That I swear T-Mos had went to Grambling
Went to school, got a drum major
I kicked a tune, it was amazing
We the best until I see the rest
I mean no offense, I hope none is taken
Take shots at us, these bums hating
They pump faking, No guns blazing
We stay fresh as a tongue scraper
My lungs faded as Jamaicans
Display my southern roots
I mean this one hot like hundred proof
I mean this one hot like bubble goose
Im just coming through, with something new and got
Love in all these cities
Hugs and all these kisses
That puts Butter on my Biscuit
Butter on my Biscuit
Butter dawg, Thats Butter dawg
Sometimes Im nothing but a Dog
I got Butter on my Biscuit
Butter on my Biscuit
Butter on my Biscuit
Cheese for that broccoli
Got nothing on my niggas
With my team that shit gotta be that Flavor
That flavor flavor... Flavor
It be that flavor, that flavor flavor
We got that Flavor Neighbor
Got a new chicken
And she too delicious
Imma take a load off once I do the dishes
Im like(Wah me wah me)
Welcome to the kitchen
Im like aaaayyye
Im like aaaayyye
I said its whoa whoa whoa
whoa whoa whoa
I said its whoa whoa whoa
whoa whoa whoa
Yesterday my neighbor was knocking at my door
To borrow some flavor, you already know
So I went and got a bowl
Then I had to pour
It was hotter than the stove
Had to drop it to the floor
Like Geronimo
Don't stop that ho
My audio got mop and glow
We bout to blow like snot in your nose
Or a line of the white
Shine bright on the mic
Have the time of your life, you're invited
If you try this, then you might get a diet
If we eating, then you know you start a biting (Abiding)
If you're sleeping, then you know you got the Itis
If you're reading, then you're probably going to digest
If you're stinking, then its prolly Gingivitis Nigga
The bars like Rikers Nigga
Your squad ain't like this nigga
The style is mine, hard to find it nigga
But I be IG
Go on and like this picture
No lie dude, Hand on the Bible
And this one feels like Im writing scripture
Say whoa now
Cant slow down
Afraid I don't know how
Since the show started bringing all the sold out
And the flow started bringing all the hoes out
Cause Im in a boy band like O-Town
Now they wanna go down like Nose Dive
Like an O-Line, fresh off the block
Bumping so hard, you can just call the cops
Nigga Charlie Smarts he got
Love in all these cities
Hugs and all these kisses
That puts Butter on my Biscuit
Butter on my Biscuit
Butter dawg, Thats Butter dawg
Sometimes Im nothing but a Dog
I got Butter on my Biscuit
Butter on my Biscuit
Butter on my Biscuit
Cheese for that broccoli
Got nothing on my niggas
With my team that shit gotta be that Flavor
That flavor flavor... Flavor
It be that flavor, that flavor flavor
We got that Flavor Neighbor
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Thompson
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