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Description
Producer: Winta James
Composer Lyricist: Oje Ollivierre
Composer Lyricist: Phillip James
Composer Lyricist: Chinsea Lee
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yo.
You know?
-Mm-hmm. -And when you feel that me, you know.
Coulda, coulda never.
-Is a different type of girl. -Yeah, me see that.
But just a girl inna that street.
Wow.
-You know we have it now. -Cho.
You a goddess.
Some woulda say you're the baddest.
I woulda say you're the best. Yeah, real from me say it to me chest.
Yes, I'm a goddess.
Better know you haffi try your hardest. Find something real inna times like these.
When things hard, don't pack up and leave.
-First class, top shelf. -One time.
-Good girl with your bad self. -Uh.
Been a pree your styles fi a minute.
-Come wii. -Picture me life with you in it.
Fact is, me love how you switch your roles like a actress.
-Dope. -From stage to your youth how you practice.
Nice.
Touch the road, sports mode, yeah, you're active. You're so attractive.
Yes, I'm he that. God bless, mama never raise a idiot.
Talk all you want, me no frighten fi switch up. When me say I want, me mean.
Nuff of them a knock me door and -me nah let them in. -True.
No time fi waste, me a chase down me dream.
-Hey.
-Tack down the globe, rule the place like a -queen. -Like queen.
-Don't pull up if you not nothing to show. -Nah.
-Telling me things that me already know. -You a goddess.
-Some woulda say you're the baddest. -Baddest.
-But I woulda say you're the best. -The best.
Yeah, real from me say it to me chest.
Yes, I'm a goddess.
-Ah. -Better know you haffi try your hardest.
Find something real inna times like these.
When things hard, don't pack up and leave.
Hard times, me done feel, ay. Life rough like a corn meal, ay.
-Do it. -Me like you but it's not a done deal.
-No.
-Haffi take the time fi make me wounds -heal. -Girl, set the pace.
-Me nah in no rush. -No rush.
Me no violate, fi me love you can trust. And me just waan see you win, waan see you grin.
Ready when you're ready, -gyal gwaan do you ting. -Me nah go try fi act it.
Know me bad like hospice. You used to think me heart a copy, call me like the lock pick.
Can you be my home and my safe with you? Only want a king weh me can put up on a throne.
Beg you listen me now, darling.
-Darling. -Ready fi whatever, yeah, me all in.
-All in. -This a type of love wah make you ball out.
But you nah feel no pain. Nice things ah reach you again and again. Oh yeah.
-One time. -You a goddess.
Goddess.
-Some woulda say you're the baddest. -You're my baddest.
-I woulda say you're the best. -Ooh.
Yeah, real from me say it to me chest.
Yes, I'm a goddess. Go slow for me 'cause me shy fi this.
-You know. -They a think say me tired of man.
In my book, up under Rastafarian.
Say yo.
You know the ting go round the chain.
-The beauty go round one more time. Geez.
-She -clean. -Wow.
-She clean. -Good.
She clean.
She-