Lyrics Eric Bellinger – G.O.A.T.
Text:
Shorty bad
Slim thick
She my drug
She my fix
She be mixing with the wrist
She the plug
She finesse
She the one they call the goat
She don’t stress
She don’t trip and she fuck with all my bros
So if I gotta choose someone
Then it must be her she been here since day one
I guess I’mma have to call her «bae»
I guess I’mma have to call her «bae»
I guess we gon’ have to go hit
London, Paris, and Montego Bay
I guess I’mma have to call her «bae»
I guess she gon’ have to scream my name
Now every time that she come to the crib
I’mma break her back like I break that bank
I guess I’mma have to call her «bae»
I guess I’mma have to call her «bae»
I guess I’mma have to call her «bae»
I guess I’mma have to call her «bae»
ARoc:
I guess I guess I guess
It’s about time that you get what you need and what you deserve
This love been buzzing like bees
I’m thinking the end, we been through the worst
I gotta thank God for the universe
Ain’t had a nigga like me this is new to her
Girlfriends like sheesh, what he do to her?
I’m on, yeah I’m on
Bless that song
Can’t do wrong
I see your ass could agree
She my right hand no pledge of allegiance
Goat yeah she the goat
I brag and I boast
Niggas tryna pass, wanna take my place
‘Til they play dumb I’mma call her «bae»
So if I gotta choose someone
Then it must be her she been here since day one
I guess I’mma have to call her «bae»
I guess I’mma have to call her «bae»
I guess we gon’ have to go hit
London, Paris, and Montego Bay
I guess I’mma have to call her «bae»
I guess she gon’ have to scream my name
Now every time that she come to the crib
I’mma break her back like I break that bank
I guess I’mma have to call her «bae»
I guess I’mma have to call her «bae»
I guess I’mma have to call her «bae»
I guess I’mma have to call her «bae»
She the goat, she the goat
She the goat, she the goat
Greatest of all time
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gucci on all the time
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She the goat, she the goat
She the goat, she the goat
Greatest of all time
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gucci on all the time
Shorty bad
Slim thick
She my drug
She my fix
And I’m all up in her mix she be mixing with the wrist
She the plug
She finesse
She the one they call the goat
She don’t stress
She don’t trip and she fuck with all my bros
