Lizzo - Batches & Cookies Lyrics
I got my batches and cookiesI got my batches and cookiesI got my batches and cookiesI got my batches and cookiesGot my batches and cookiesI got my batches and cookiesI got my batches and cookiesI got my whatI got my batches and cookiesI got my batches and cookiesI got my batches and cookiesI got my batches and cookiesGot my batches and cookiesI got my batches and cookiesI got my batches and cookiesI got my whatRemember that gooey gooeyYou took and said ooo-eee ooo-eeeI need two or two-eee of theseFor my baby boo-eee ooo-eeeTalking like *****iesNow you got a nice pair like some *****iesAnd you high off that doobie doobieWith your Mystery Machine (Scooby)Feeling bad? Well you should beBP don't make nothing cheapieHanging with them creepy creepiesI sitting in back with PPsLookin holy holyWhile looking through them holy holiesHoly guacamoleYou got that gooey now you a phonyI got my batches and cookiesI got my batches and cookiesI got my batches and cookiesI got my batches and cookiesGot my batches and cookiesI got my batches and cookiesI got my batches and cookiesI got my whatOutside of the clubAnd I'm drip-drip-dripping sugar sweetCinnamon on skin with the hooligansY'all came to rock, and we came to ah!Put a sting in her lipsFor the eyeGo on, take a sipGot milk in her thighsOn sunny daysFrom green tube and my high prices for the dream-dreamNot cause I mean it means a thing to take from meUnless it's just some DMTThat's all up in my energyYup yup, go on place that betIf you wanna come test in the mama's nestWith a bullet vest and curious chestGot the ammo on the brain but I hide the bestHey, I'm pumped up call me dough cookingGooey salty soul tookin'Batches in a row lookin'Magic as all hell. We livin'Never ever will we give inTo a wag beat ***** with LazerbeakIn these mad streetsGet it, go there and we give itHaters will forbid itThey fall into the minutesBecause of imaginationNow the ones who in the nationWe the ones who need escapin'Then we find some new ovensAnd we made itSix-pence and land on the richerCut a niggah up and hung himLike Jack the RipperUndo your zipperGet on your kneesAnd get ready for the industryIn a nutshell (get it?)Them goods don't get gotIf it's the only thing you gotBetter keep them in that hot black potThe only thing colder than the localTell another winterThrift store shoppingLook like Anna WintourYou ain't gotta ask about it 'cuz I been hurrRidin' in them chariotsLike we in Ben HurYah sure, ya knowYah sure, ya knowYah sure, ya know...Rappin and rappin andI been steadily stackinI put these niggahs in napkinsAnd tuck 'em down for a napAnd apologies to the CapitolBecause I don't pay my capitalAnd if you happen to hear this thenJust pretend that you didn't at allStopI got my batches and cookiesI got my batches and cookiesI got my batches and cookiesI got my batches and cookiesGot my batches and cookiesI got my batches and cookiesI got my batches and cookiesI got my whatOoo, goo cookies, creamOoo, goo cookies, cream
