Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song GRoCERIES, artist - Chance The Rapper.
Date of issue: 16.05.2019
Song language: English
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) |