Trader Joe

(album: JP3 - 2018)

I think I like him more than I like Trader Joe's
I'll swallow kids if he start eating vegetables
New York nigga with the love for Arizonas
I got the juice he 'bout to start sipping 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 hanging off the tree
I'm a mango mami, pero te quiero papi
But not more than I want to be making so much money

You gon' hit my phone when I get on
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 starving at the function, I'm marvelling at your cousin
Do he know where the stash is at?
Where the lobster, the crabs and the pasta's at?
He laughed at me, he do though
I can see his maduro inside my noodle

You gon' hit my phone when I get on
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 of niggas 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 of niggas seen the way I grow

You gon' hit my phone when I get on
You gon' sing this song like all day long
You gon' hit my phone when I get on
You gon' sing this song like all day long