Lizzo - Batches & Cookies Lyrics

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?

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?

Remember that gooey gooey you took and said, "Ooh wee, ooh wee"
I need two or two-eee of these, for my baby boo-ee ooo-ee
Talkin' like boobies, you got a nice pair like some boobies
And you high off that doobie doobie with your Mystery Machine (Scooby)
Feelin' bad? Well you should be, BP don't make nothin' cheapie (oopsie)
Hangin' with them creepy creepies, I sittin' in back with PPs
Lookin' holy holy while lookin' through them holy holies
Holy guacamole, you got that gooey now you a phony

I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies (ooh)
I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies (ooh)
Got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies (cookies)
I got my batches and cookies, I got my what? (Cream)

I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies (ooh)
I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies (ooh)
Got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies (cookies)
I got my batches and cookies, I got my what? (Cream)

Outside of the club
And I'm drip-drip-drippin' sugar sweet
Cinnamon on skin with the hooligans
Y'all came to rock, and we came to ah
Put a sting in her lips, Wink, "Hi" to the eye
Go on, take a sip, got milk in her thighs
Saw a dude on the side and he gave some green, too bad my high prices for the
Dream-dream, what does it mean? It means a thing to take from me
Unless it's just some DMT that's all up in my energy
Yup, yup, go on place that bet
If you wanna come test in the mama's nest
With 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, fatty, soul tookin', batches in a row lookin'
Magic as all hell, we livin', never ever will we give in
To a wack beat fuck with Lazerbeak in these mad streets
Get it, go there and we give it, haters will forbid it
They fall into the minutes because of imagination
Now the ones who in the nation, we the ones who need escapin'
Then we find some new ovens and we made it

Ya, six-pence and land on the richer
Cut a nigga up and hung him like Jack the Ripper
Undo your zipper, get on your knees
And get ready for the industry in a nutshell (get it?)
Them goods don't get got if it's the only thing you got
Better keep them in that hot black pot, ah
The only thing colder than the local talent are the winter
Thrift store shoppin', look like Anna Wintour
You ain't gotta ask about it 'cause I been hurr
Ridin' in them chariots like we in Ben Hur
Yah sure, ya know, yah sure, ya know, yah sure, ya know
Rappin' and rappin' and I been steadily stackin'
I put these niggas in napkins and tuck 'em down for a nap
And apologies to the capitol because I don't pay my capital
And if you happen to hear this then just pretend that you didn't at all, stall

I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies (ooh)
I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies (ooh)
Got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies (cookies)
I got my batches and cookies, I got my what?(Cream)

I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies (ooh)
I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies (ooh)
Got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies (cookies)
I got my batches and cookies, I got my what? (Cream)

Ooh, goo, cookies, cream
Ooh, goo, cookies, cream