Lyrics GRoCERIES - Chance The Rapper, TisaKorean, Murda Beatz

GRoCERIES

Traffic, traffic, lookin' for my chapstick
Big star, Patrick, haircut look like Brad Pitt
Five star hotel, doorman look like Braxton
Fancy carpet make her feel like J-
Make her feel like Jasmine
Make her feel like…
Make her feel like Jas'
Make me feel like I choose you like I’m Ash
Take me to the box, Bandicoot, let me crash
Ooh, make me sleep, make me dream, make me snore
Then wake me up, baby, I’ma need support
Thank you, Lord
'Member eatin' dinner, kitchen drawers full of sporks (Drip)
I was always one to try to go over my aunt’s (Yeah)
Sugar in the 'frigerator right next to the ants (Ew)
I would make the Kool-Aid then go make a cooler dance (Yup)
Since I was a shorty, nigga, always wore the pants
I’m like oh my God, shawty tender like a strip (Strip)
I’m like oh my God, shawty came in with the drip (Okay)
I’m like her and her friend (Her friend), came for the show (Ooh)
Her and her friend came for the show, I’m like, um
Can you do it simple just like lemonade?
(Ooh, lemonade)
Can you do it simple just like lemonade?
(Yeah, lemonade)
Can you do it simple just like lemonade?
(Ooh, lemonade)
Can you do it simple just like lemonade?
(Yeah, dawg, ooh)
Put some water on the grass to make it grow (To make it grow)
I like her skin all black like a crow (Just like a crow)
I’m like, «Get it, please, baby, get it,» uh
I’m like, «Dip it, nacho chip it,» ayy
She like the club, but she don’t dance, though (But she don’t dance, though,
okay)
I text her kitty and she text me back hello (Eww)
I’m like Simple Lemonade (Simple)
I’ma play my cards right, I ain’t talkin' spades (Okay, okay)
They should be afraid
Money growin' on the tree, it’s gon' cause a shade (Ayy)
Please, can you hold on?
Please, could you hold on?
Ayy (Ayy, please can you?
Please?)
'Cause me and Chance ain’t gon' take long (Grr, grr)
'Cause me and Chance ain’t gon' take long (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Used to carry all the groceries in in one trip (Hercules)
Simply Minute Maid, gone in one sip (Drip, drip, drip)
Too much dip on my chip (Hey)
Stiff arm a jit to get my lip balm (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Used to carry all the groceries in in one trip (Hercules)
Simply Minute Maid, gone in one sip (Drip, drip, drip)
Too much dip on my chip (Hey)
Stiff arm a jit to get my lip balm (Hey, hey)