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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bbyafricka
Bbyafricka
Vocals
Dirty Sosa
Dirty Sosa
Programming
Dotmidorii
Dotmidorii
Programming
Ivsir
Ivsir
Programming
Saweetie
Saweetie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Calvin Gillen
Calvin Gillen
Songwriter
Diamonté Harper
Diamonté Harper
Songwriter
Douglas Sosa
Douglas Sosa
Songwriter
Jasmine Armani Sandoval
Jasmine Armani Sandoval
Songwriter
Risvi Tareq
Risvi Tareq
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Dirty Sosa
Dirty Sosa
Producer
Dotmidorii
Dotmidorii
Producer
Ivsir
Ivsir
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Bitch, I'm not the G.O.A.T., I'm somethin' like Don Dada (Don Dada) Let him have a treat, then I let him get nada (get nada) Wanna fuck with me, know I'm crazy, see I'm freaky (I'm freaky) See, I got a baby, so his baby maker need me Baby mama coochie, man, you bitches is beneath me Told him check his homie if a nigga needs to reach me I just got some coochie, I don't got the double D-Ds Yet, hey Rich bitch, I don't need no advice (yeah) Two pretty double D's sitting at a high price (woah) Big hoops, lip gloss, baby got the real ice (mwah) Bad boy, good dick, and he talkin' real nice (uh) Maganda bitch, he adore all my features Love a real nigga that can handle my diva Balloon-shaped booty, make it shake like a seizure You 'on't like broke niggas? I don't either (haha) White toes, Mykono-nos AMG, four door, I'm everywhere these hoes don't go (yeah) Eat it up like DiGiorno (mwah) Play it back on the cell phone, lookin' like a porno (yeah) Baby mama coochie, I ain't even got a child Put the pussy on 'em, bet she make a nigga growl (mhm) Birkin with some bundles and I make a bitch smile (yeah) Gotta hide from PETA 'cause I'm wearing crocodile What's next? He fuckin' up a check on my body, what's next? He stick it in, then he had me throwing up his set He say I suck dick too good, I'm the best These niggas playin', but I'm really from the 'Wood Yup, Inglewood, bitch, up to no good You a shoulda-coulda, I'm a wish a bitch would I'm a wish a bitch would Ayy, ayy, I'm a wish a bitch would My bitches choo-choo, lil' engine that could These bitches suwoop, just like they should Nigga, what you gon' do? I'll pull up to yo' hood Huh? Huh? Yeah, and that's dolo, nigga, ayy Put the money on the floor-floor, nigga, ayy Who ain't really trained to go, lil' nigga? Ayy I can make you touch your toes, lil' nigga Bitches wanna play, well, set the camera up and pussy play No, it ain't no cuddle, take the muzzle off and give me face If you can make me nut, then you stuck until you make me squirt Nigga, bring the bottle, I'm the model, now let's go to work I ain't got no life, but it ain't sad 'cause I'm a freaky hoe And if it's 'bout a bag, I can fake it 'til my pockets full And niggas really beatin' down road, just need to let me know 'Cause I ain't sharing dick unless she cute and got a lot of dough Bitch, I'm not the G.O.A.T., I'm somethin' like Don Dada (Don Dada) Let him have a treat, then I let him get nada (get nada) Wanna fuck with me, know I'm crazy, see I'm freaky (I'm freaky) See, I got a baby, so his baby maker need me Baby mama coochie, man, you bitches is beneath me Told him check his homie if a nigga needs to reach me I just got some coochie, I don't got the double D-Ds Yet, hey Yeah, and I like to brag 'cause these hoes know I'm lit (yeah) Ain't the first nigga that I turned into a trick (ooh) Shot him in the eyes, he was lookin' at a bitch (ha, ha, ha, ha) Gotta eye patch, huh, like slick Rick Beat the pussy up 'til a bitch got tears Suck it while he driving, make a nigga switch gears Nigga finna steal this flow right here Big bad wolf, blow you out of your career Drape me up in Cartier, or the new Cavalli (yeah, yeah) Fuck next, up now, can't nobody stop me (no, no) You cannot compete, we do not compare (no) Talk is really cheap, ain't a quarter I'll spare Top of the food chain bitch, you can't compete with me (no, no, no) Real bad bitch named Saweetie, you can't compete with her Big ego, lil' money, you got a lot of nerve (uh) Real hood bitch, pull up, you at a loss for words (yeah) Baby mama coochie, yeah, this coochie is the best Said the best coochie 'bout to make a nigga stress Coochie bring you life, coochie is the vessel Pussy bring you peace, if the diamonds come embezzled Bitch, I'm not the G.O.A.T., I'm somethin' like Don Dada (Don Dada) Let him have a treat, then I let him get nada (get nada) Wanna fuck with me, know I'm crazy, see I'm freaky (I'm freaky) See, I got a baby, so his baby maker need me Baby mama coochie, man, you bitches is beneath me Told him check his homie if a nigga needs to reach me I just got some coochie, I don't got the double D-Ds Yet, hey
Writer(s): Diamonte "saweetie" Harper, Calvin Joseph Gillen, Randall Hammers, Risvi Tareq, Jasmine Sandoval, Douglas Anthony Sosa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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