Bài hát G.O.A.T. (feat. Aroc) Báo Lỗi

Shorty bad, slim thick

She my drug, she my fix

And I'm all up in her mix

She be mixin' with the wrist

She the plug, she finesse

She the one they call the G.O.A.T

She don't stress

She don't trip and

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'ma have to call her bae

I guess I'ma have to call her bae

I guess we go'n

Have to go hit London

Paris and Montego Bay

I guess I'ma have to call her bae

I guess she gon'

Have to scream my name

Now every time that

She come to the crib

I'ma break her back

Like I break that bank

I guess I'ma have to call her bae

I guess I'ma have to call her bae

I guess I'ma have to call her bae

I guess I'ma have to call her bae

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

My sign match your sign

I gotta thank God for the universe

Ain't had a ni--a

Like me this is new to her

Girlfriends like sheesh

What he do to her?

I'm on, yeah I'm on

Blast that song, can't do wrong

I see your ass could agree

She my right hand

No pledge of allegiance

G.o.a.t, yeah, she the G.O.A.T

I brag and I boast

Ni--as tryna pass

Wanna take my place

'til they play dumb

I'ma call her bae

So if I gotta choose someone

Then it must be her

She been here since day one

I guess I'ma have to call her bae

I guess I'ma have to call her bae

I guess we gon'

Have to go hit London

Paris and Montego Bay

I guess I'ma have to call her bae

I guess she gon'

Have to scream my name

Now every time that

She come to the crib

I'ma break her back

Like I break that bank

I guess I'ma have to call her bae

I guess I'ma have to call her bae

I guess I'ma have to call her bae

I guess I'ma have to call her bae

She the G.O.A.T, she the G.O.A.T

She the G.O.A.T, she the G.O.A.T

Greatest of all time

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Gucci on all the time

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

She the G.O.A.T, she the G.O.A.T

She the G.O.A.T, she the G.O.A.T

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 mixin' with the wrist

She the plug, she finesse

She the one they call the G.O.A.T

She don't stress

She don't trip and

Fuck with all my bros