Goated
(Dassi, you so crazy)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(J done ran it up)
Damn daddy, you're the truth (the truth)
I'm so fucked up 'bout you (you)
You so raw, that's how I'm fuckin' you (huh)
Tryna make another you
Oh you, just my speed (just my speed)
Tryna make your face my seat
You real and you love you some me
Baby you a different breed
No lie, daddy you're the goat (goat)
Know I ain't ya first, but I'm last for sure (last for sure)
Don't know who you had before
But that hoe ain't getting you back, oh no (no, no)
Tryna lock in with you and go ghost
Don't know how you did it, but baby I'm sold (baby I'm sold)
You the one that I love the most
With a face like that, I gotta ride it slow
Slow, slow, slow, slow
Eye contact, arch that back and roll, roll, roll, roll
This shit hit like crack with a face that match
I'm cold, cold, cold, cold
I'm on you bad, oh, whoa
Don't know how we got in this situation (situation)
But baby, you're my favorite (favorite)
We locked in, no one can fuck up our arrangement (uh-huh)
I'm intoxicated, but I mean what I'm sayin' (sayin')
But me and you got something I, I can't explain it (explain it, oh, whoa)
Damn daddy, I'm in love (I'm in love)
How the last bitch give you up? (Give you up)
And it ain't even 'bout how you fuck
It's the way we vibe when it's just us
And boy, I know, I got me one
When you met me, you know you won
And only we can fuck this up
Hit them niggas back, tell 'em you put up (put up)
'Cause I just wanna be in your skin (skin)
Can't just go around when you're the shit, so lit (lit, yeah)
Steady I'm finna keep riding while you cummin'
Let me show you every time that we fuckin'
All the reasons I'm high I'ma start off
Slow, slow, slow, slow (oh, whoa)
Eye contact, arch that back and roll, roll, roll, roll (uh-huh, oh, whoa)
This shit hit like crack with a face that match
I'm cold, cold, cold, cold (cold, oh, whoa)
I'm on you bad, oh, whoa (oh, whoa)
Don't know how we got in this situation (yeah, yeah)
But baby, you're my favorite (you're my fav)
We locked in, no one can fuck up our arrangement (fuck up our arrangement)
I'm intoxicated, but I mean what I'm sayin'
But me and you got something I, I can't explain it (I can't explain it)
In this situation, baby, you're my favorite
No one can fuck up our arrangement
I'm intoxicated, but I mean what I'm sayin'
Oh, whoa
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(J done ran it up)
Damn daddy, you're the truth (the truth)
I'm so fucked up 'bout you (you)
You so raw, that's how I'm fuckin' you (huh)
Tryna make another you
Oh you, just my speed (just my speed)
Tryna make your face my seat
You real and you love you some me
Baby you a different breed
No lie, daddy you're the goat (goat)
Know I ain't ya first, but I'm last for sure (last for sure)
Don't know who you had before
But that hoe ain't getting you back, oh no (no, no)
Tryna lock in with you and go ghost
Don't know how you did it, but baby I'm sold (baby I'm sold)
You the one that I love the most
With a face like that, I gotta ride it slow
Slow, slow, slow, slow
Eye contact, arch that back and roll, roll, roll, roll
This shit hit like crack with a face that match
I'm cold, cold, cold, cold
I'm on you bad, oh, whoa
Don't know how we got in this situation (situation)
But baby, you're my favorite (favorite)
We locked in, no one can fuck up our arrangement (uh-huh)
I'm intoxicated, but I mean what I'm sayin' (sayin')
But me and you got something I, I can't explain it (explain it, oh, whoa)
Damn daddy, I'm in love (I'm in love)
How the last bitch give you up? (Give you up)
And it ain't even 'bout how you fuck
It's the way we vibe when it's just us
And boy, I know, I got me one
When you met me, you know you won
And only we can fuck this up
Hit them niggas back, tell 'em you put up (put up)
'Cause I just wanna be in your skin (skin)
Can't just go around when you're the shit, so lit (lit, yeah)
Steady I'm finna keep riding while you cummin'
Let me show you every time that we fuckin'
All the reasons I'm high I'ma start off
Slow, slow, slow, slow (oh, whoa)
Eye contact, arch that back and roll, roll, roll, roll (uh-huh, oh, whoa)
This shit hit like crack with a face that match
I'm cold, cold, cold, cold (cold, oh, whoa)
I'm on you bad, oh, whoa (oh, whoa)
Don't know how we got in this situation (yeah, yeah)
But baby, you're my favorite (you're my fav)
We locked in, no one can fuck up our arrangement (fuck up our arrangement)
I'm intoxicated, but I mean what I'm sayin'
But me and you got something I, I can't explain it (I can't explain it)
In this situation, baby, you're my favorite
No one can fuck up our arrangement
I'm intoxicated, but I mean what I'm sayin'
Oh, whoa
Credits
Writer(s): Jamon Garrett, Joann Slater, Dassi Romain
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