Batches & Cookies lyrics

[Hook: Lizzo] (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 1: Lizzo]

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

Talking like boobies, you got a nice pair like some boobies

And you high off that doobie doobie with your Mystery Machine (Scooby)

Feeling bad? Well you should be, BP don't make nothing cheapie

Hanging with them creepy creepies, I sitting in back with PPs

Lookin' holy holy while looking through them holy holies

Holy guacamole, you got that gooey now you a phony

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Sophia Eris]

Outside of the club

And I'm drip-drip-dripping sugar sweet

Cinnamon on skin with the hooligans

Y'all came to rock, and we came to ah!

Put a sting in her lips, [?] for the eye

Go on, take a sip, got milk in her thighs

[?] on sunny day from green tube and my high prices for the

Dream-dream, not cause i 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 cooking

Gooey salty 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

[Verse 3: Lizzo]

Six-pence and land on the richer

Cut a niggah 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

The only thing colder than the local, tell another winter

Thrift store shopping, 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

[Hook]

[Outro]

Ooh, goo, cookies, cream

Ooh, goo, cookies, cream