[Intro] Boots on tile Apron on, I’m dialed in Flour on the floor Yeah, the bandit ridin’ in (skrrt) [Verse 1] Got that brown sugar stash in the cupboard like contraband Hit the light, midnight, mixin’ in the motherland Country girl whisk with a city-girl master plan Double-time wrist, watch the batter do a backhand Dark chips drop, that’s a hailstorm, baby Cinnamon spin, little spell goin’ crazy Timer on ten, but I’m movin’ like maybe I’ma pull ‘em out early, I’m a risk-taker, lately Oven door glow like a backroad bar sign Neighborhood lined for a hit of this gold mine Sheriff at the window, nose on the front line “Ma’am, what’s that smell?” — “Nothin’ but a good time” [Chorus] I’m a cookie bandit, I don’t play fair (uh-uh) Stealin’ hearts fresh-baked out the hot air If you want a taste, better come prepared ‘Cause I rap fast, bake slow, baby don’t you dare I’m a cookie bandit, flour in my hair (yeah) Heavy like my secrets, sugar in my stare One bite, two bite, you stuck in my snare Got your whole damn crew at my Tupperware (hey!) [Verse 2] Got a tray in the truck, that’s a trunk full of trouble Drive-thru deal, pass the pack on the double Jazz swing step while the streetlights stutter I’m flippin’ that dough like a late-night hustle Lil’ bit of salt for the ones talkin’ sideways Wipe the pan clean, then I serve it up nine ways Crunch at the edge, in the center that soft place Same with my heart, if you ever get past taste Ex textin’ “save me two,” that’s tragic Blocked, but I still bag six, that’s magic Grandma recipe, but I flipped that classic Now the whole block fiend for the fresh-baked habit (woo) [Chorus] I’m a cookie bandit, I don’t play fair Stealin’ hearts fresh-baked out the hot air If you want a taste, better come prepared ‘Cause I rap fast, bake slow, baby don’t you dare I’m a cookie bandit, flour in my hair Heavy like my secrets, sugar in my stare One bite, two bite, you stuck in my snare Got your whole damn crew at my Tupperware (yeah, yeah) [Bridge] Skillet on the range like a wanted sign Got a whole hit list in the cooling line You can chase this trail, but you won’t catch mine Crumbs on the counter like a chalk-out line (ha) Heat so high, make the paint peel back Sweet so slick, make a preacher backtrack Say grace, then he ask for a six-pack stack Now the choir in the kitchen with a midnight snack [Chorus] I’m a cookie bandit, I don’t play fair Stealin’ hearts fresh-baked out the hot air If you want a taste, better come prepared ‘Cause I rap fast, bake slow, baby don’t you dare I’m a cookie bandit, flour in my hair Heavy like my secrets, sugar in my stare One bite, two bite, you stuck in my snare Got your whole damn crew at my Tupperware (cookie bandit)
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