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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

[Intro]
Hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
[Chorus]
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 **** needs to reach me
I just got some coochie, I don't got the double D-Ds
Yet, hey
[Verse 1]
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 **** that can handle my diva
Balloon-shaped booty, make it shake like a seizure
You don't like broke ****? 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 **** growl (Mhm)
Birkin with some bundles, that'll make a bitch smile (Yeah)
Gotta hide from PETA 'cause I'm wearing crocodile
[Verse 2]
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 **** 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
****, what you gon' do? I'll pull up to yo' hood
Huh? Huh?
Yeah, and that's dolo, ****, ayy
Put the money on the floor-floor, ****, ayy
Who ain't really trained to go, lil' ****? Ayy
I can make you touch your toes, lil' ****
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
****, 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 ho
And if it's 'bout a bag, I can fake it 'til my pockets full
And **** 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
[Chorus]
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 **** needs to reach me
I just got some coochie, I don't got the double D-Ds
Yet, hey
[Verse 3]
Yeah, and I like to brag 'cause these hoes know I'm lit (Yeah)
Ain't the first **** that I turned into a trick (Ooh)
Shot him in the eyes, he was lookin' at a bitch (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Got a eye patch, huh, like slick Rick
Beat the pussy up 'til a bitch got tears
Suck it while he driving, make a **** switch gears
**** 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 **** stress
Coochie bring you life, coochie is the vessel
Pussy bring you peace, if the diamonds come embezzled
[Chorus]
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 **** needs to reach me
I just got some coochie, I don't got the double D-Ds
Yet, hey
Written by: Calvin Gillen, Diamonté Harper, Douglas Sosa, Jasmine Armani Sandoval, Risvi Tareq
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