Lizzo - Batches And Cookies lyrics
rate me(Hook x2)
I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies
Got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies, I got my what?
(Verse)
Remember that gooey gooey ya took and said "ooh wee, ooh wee"
I need two or 2-ee of these, for my baby boo-ee oo-ee
Talking like boobies, ya got a nice pair like some boobies
And ya high off that dooby dooby wit yo Mystery Machine
Feeling bad? Well ya should be, BP don't make nothing cheapy
Hanging wit them creepy creepies, I sitting in back wit PPs
Looking holy holy while looking through them holy hollies
Holy guacamole, ya got that gooey now ya a phony
(Hook x2)
I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies
Got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies, I got my what?
(Verse 2)
Outside of the club
And I'm drip-drip-dripping sugar sweet
Cinnamon on skin wit the hooligans
Y'all came to rock, and we came to ah!
Put a sting in her lips, ring kite for the eye
Go on, take a sip, got milk in her thighs
Snap doodle fo' em sunny days from green tube and my high prices fo' the
Dream-dream, not cuz I mean it means a thing to take from me
Unless it's just on BMT that's all up in my energy
Yup yup, go on place that bet
If ya wanna come test in the momma's nest
Wit a bullet vest and curious chest
Got the ammo on the brain but I hide the best
Hey, I'm pumped up call me dough cookin'
Gooey salty soul tooking, batches in a row looking
Magic as all hell, we living, neva eva will we give in
To a whack beat fuck wit Lazerbeak in these mad streets
Get it, go there and we give it, haters will forbid it
They fall into the minutes cuz of imagination
Now the ones who in the nation, we the ones who need escaping
Then we find some new ovens and we made it
(Verse 3)
Six-pence and land on the richer
Cut a nigga up and hung him like Jack the Ripper
Undo yo zipper, get on yo knees
And get ready fo' the industry in a nutshell
Them goods don't get got if it's the only thing ya got
Betta keep them in that hot black pot
The only thing colder than the local, tell anotha winter
Thrift store shopping, look like Anna Wintour
Ya ain't gotta ask about it cuz I been hurr
Riding in them chariots like we in Ben Hurr
Yeah sure, ya know, yeah sure, ya know, yeah sure, ya know...
Rapping and rapping and I been steadily stacking
I put these niggas in napkins and tuck 'em down fo' a nap
And apologies to the Capitol cuz I don't pay my capital
And if ya happen to hear this then just pretend that ya didn't at all, stall
(Hook x2)
I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies
Got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies, I got my what?
