Lirik

Wait, that ain't me? You're tellin' me that-, that that ain't me? That's, sheesh (Bbno$) All them freaky hoes shop at Whole Foods (Whole Foods) Baby, let me pay for your tofu (tofu) Gravy got a new go-to (go-to) Yeah, that vegan ass on some whole new shit, baby I be posted with them freaks at Whole Foods (At Whole Foods) Baby, let me pay for your tofu (tofu) Them granola hoes ain't got no rules (no rules) Feelin' healthy layin' pipe at Whole Foods Gravy walk up in it, I'm just tryna get somethin' to eat (woo) I walk up to the counter, lady, heard y'all got some heat (some heat) Shawty lookin' at me like she heard I got some meat (meat) Shit, baby, what's up with it? Heard y'all got some freaks If there's freaks in aisle four Well, I guess I'm going poor (whoa) Ten percent off bad bitches? Damn, I love this store I bought that girl a quinoa salad She said I need to clean my palate I bought myself a vegan Patek I need that green 'cause I'm an addict I never cap it Goin' shoppin' in a peacoat (in a peacoat) Eatin' gluten-free Doritos (Doritos) With a gluten-free freak hoe (freak hoe) Ayy, I'm touchin' butts like I'm Nemo She be like lactose intolerant, yeah, it's kinda botherin' It's funny how our GMO dicks kept them hollerin' Baby, what's your diet, huh? You should do some modelling (Um, drinking beer and eating pussy) nice All them freaky hoes shop at Whole Foods (Whole Foods) Baby, let me pay for your tofu (tofu) Gravy got a new go-to (go-to) Yeah, that vegan ass on some whole new shit, baby (ayy, ooh, ayy, ayy, ayy) I be posted with them freaks at Whole Foods (at Whole Foods) Baby, let me pay for your tofu (tofu) Them granola hoes ain't got no rules (no rules) Feelin' healthy layin' pipe at Whole Foods You know she got that smart pop, good brain Oh, you want Chicago mix? Coke with the sugar cane No iceberg, only romaine Woo, can't drink Minute Maid Lady, I'm a minute mane She only eatin' zero-grain Wait, how you thick? You look like you eat bologna sandwiches for breakfast (goddamn) I'm like Whole Foods produce, I'm the freshest (fresh, baby) She ain't got a cellphone, had to leave a message She ain't had kombucha yet, so she gettin' aggressive Girl, you do pottery? Oh, I love astrology I get too much brain, baby, I need a lobotomy Bought that light, salt rock, red meat, cock-block Hot dog, soy based, wheat grass, dry top Fuck your groceries, fuck your groceries Fuck your groceries, fuck your groceries, huh We supposed to be fuckin' groceries Let's have a fuckin' baby at the grocery store
Writer(s): Matthew Engels, Alexander Gumuchian, Matthew Hauri Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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