Trader Joe

I think I like him more than I like Trader Joe's

I'll swallow kids if he start eatin' vegetables

New York **** with the love for Arizonas

I got the juice he 'bout to start sippin' on

You see how it be you ain't know you needed me, now I'm all in your room

Look at you, want a piece of me

The ripe fruit hangin' off the tree

I'm a mango mami, pero te quiero papi

But not more than I want to, been makin' so much money

You gon' hit my phone when I get home

You gon' sing this song like all day long

Stank attitude, bad allergies, might embarrass you

Make your granny see me at your barbecue

Pop a Plan B, stop the family, your father not cute

I'm starvin' at the function, I'm marvelin' at your cousin

Do he know where the stash is at? (Do he know?)

Where the lobster, the crabs and the pasta's at?

He laughed at me, he do though

I could see his maduro inside my noodle

You gon' hit my phone when I get home

You gon' sing this song like all day long

We don't fuck, he just pick me up from Trader Joe's

Carry all my groceries and lick on all my toes

Tryna cuff, but I know you gonna leave me 'lone

When my phone ring it's 'cause a **** seen the way I grow

We don't fuck, he just pick me up from Trader Joe's

Carry all my groceries and lick on all my toes

Tryna cuff, but I know you gonna leave me 'lone

When my phone ring it's 'cause a **** seen the way I grow

You gon' hit my phone when I get home

You gon' sing this song like all day long

You gon' hit my phone when I get home

You gon' sing this song like all day long