Lyrics:
, my ha, my
Can't keep my hands, my hands, my hands out the cookie jar
You see I got this problem
I need help trying to solve it
'Cause meeting
, my ha, my
Can't keep my hands, my hands, my hands out the cookie jar
You see I got this problem
I need help trying to solve it
'Cause meeting
Yeah, I caught yo' ass red-handed in that cookie jar
Boy what you lookin' for? You know where them cookies are
Yeah, I caught yo' ass red-handed in that
well they’re so innocent, so why blame them when they get stuck with their hands in it… yeah the cookie jar 2xs.
So listen up every one man, woman,
Heartbeat racing, I gotta get it now
Damn, you better send the location
I need the cookie jar
I gotta taste it
I got some craving
Gotta get hands
attack
Just a dream with no end in sight
Waking up to evening
Now it seems I live this rotten life
Spoiled rotten life, frozen hair with burning hands
the bar, leave the car
And pass out like a fetus in a jar with my feet up to the stars
And dream about that light that leads up to the Lord
I have
but he was asking for it
And I'm smoking cookies out the jar this ain't no cookie jar
He thought we was cool he throwing shade but we had took it far
My bed can be your stage, and I'mma make you a star
Your legs in the air and my hand all off up in your cookie jar
Yeah I'm hittin' the spot on your
the cookie
I like the dough
When I pull up to the function
They call me cookie hoe
Cause I eat that shit up
With no hands yeah
I hate it when that dough cooked
up, beat it up, til you holler out truce
My bed can be your stage, and I'mma make you a star
Your legs in the air and my hands all up in your cookie jar
My bed can be your stage, and I'mma make you a star
Your legs in the air and my hand all off up in your cookie jar
Yeah I'm hittin' the spot on your
My bed can be your stage, and I'mma make you a star
Your legs in the air and my hand all off up in your cookie jar
Yeah I'm hittin' the spot on your
and sporks
I was the dog breathless chasing
The car up the street
If I ever catch it I'll panic
That's the flaw in me
Nothing glamorous about growing up
Poor
the day I have a baby by free
Not to say that anything is wrong with free
Just to say that ain't nothing wrong with me
If my hands in the cookie jar
the day I have a baby by free
Not to say that anything is wrong with free
Just to say that ain't nothing wrong with me
If my hands in the cookie jar
Them fairy tales you tell in your rounds
Will have a shell in the pound
Split your melon to the white
Meat with no melanin found
I could push your
know what happened to the thief when the king catch him stealin',
Got his hands in the cookie jar.
Off with his hand!
Fuck it, off with his head!
Make
and shoot a nigga
With the same hand
He's just sitting on his money
Post the same bandz
So I go in for my bros, I got the same dad
I heard you mad well here's
C-L-E?
We got heat!
Y'all know what happened to the thief when the king catch him stealin',
Got his hands in the cookie jar.
Off with his hand
Oh My God
I'm so glad
That I came
I fall in love with someone new
Every day
Doesn't matter if you're
Black, white, brown, straight, gay
I fall in love
pressure exposure
Come get a lil closer
Now put your cookie
In my cookie jar
Yeah I want it all
Check the veins of a District of Columbian
We be
and
Tease it up in
The cookie monster
Keep his hands up in my cookie jar
Baby i can take you there
Do you wanna go far
Rubber on your seatbelt
Ride ya like
Economics
I'm doing the dash and I ride with narcotics
It's probable cause in my car
I got cookie it's fresh out the jar
You digg what I'm saying hoe
Fuck you
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