Intro
I got my batches and cookies
Chorus
I got my lock
Remember that gooey gooey You took and said ooey ooey I need two or two wee At least for my baby booey ooey Flowin' like booey Now you got a nice pair like some boobies And you high off that doobie doobie With your mystery machine Feelin' bad where you should be Bebe don't make nothin' cheapy Hangin' with them creepy creepies That sit in them bathroom peepees While lookin' through them holy holies
Verse 2
Holy guacamole You got that gooey now you a funny
I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies
Chorus
With a little dance, y'all came to rockin' me, came to act With a swing and a lip, spring tight to the eye
A#Gonna take that sip, got milk in the thigh Saw a dude on a sunny day from Green Toob at my high process
A#What a dream, dream, what does it mean? It means I think you taste like me Unless it's just some BNT, that's all up in my energy
Bridge
A#Yeah, yeah, gon' place that bet if you want them tests
In my possess, with a bullet vest and a curious chest Got the M on the brain, but I have the best, hey I'm pumped up, call me dough cookin' Goosey, fat, I soul tookin' Batches in a row, lookin' Magic
Bis all hell, we livin' Never, ever
A#will we give in to a wack beat
Intro
Fuck when Lays are big in these black streets We did it, no fear and we get it Haters were forbidden They thought I'd do them in the speakers of imagination
Now I want some elimination We the ones that did escape And then we found some new events and we made it
Intro
Sixpence and I none the richer Cut a nigga up and hung him like Jack
Gthe Ripper
Undo your zipper Get on your knees and get ready for the industry in a nutshell
Intro
Them goods
Adon't get got
AIf it's the only thing you got Better keep them in that hot black pot The only thing colder than the local talent are the winter
Intro
Thrift store shoppin' look like Anna Wintour
You ain't gotta ask about it cause I've been her
Intro
Riding in them chariots like we have been her
Y'all sure you know, y'all sure you know, y'all sure you know
Intro
Rapping and rapping and I've been steadily stacking
I
Bput these niggas in napkins and tuck em down for
A#a nap
Chorus
BAnd
A#apol
Bogies to the capital because I don't pay my capital
BIf you happen to hear this then pretend that you didn't at all, stop
Verse 1
I got my cookies, I got my cream I got my cookies, I got my cream
Chorus
I got my cookies and my cream I got my cookies and cookies
I got my cookies and cookies I got my cookies and cookies
Verse 2
I got my cream
A#Cool, cool, cookies, cream Cool, cool, cookies, cream
