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Description
Composer Lyricist, Vocalist, Executive Producer: Summer Walker
Producer: Flippa
Producer: Zach & Roger
Recording Engineer, Producer, Executive Producer, Composer Lyricist: David "Dos Dias" Bishop
Producer: Nineteen85
Composer Lyricist, Producer: Terrace Martin
Executive Producer, A& R: Justice Baiden
A& R: Tim Glover
Aand Rcoordinator: Bryce Lane
Aand Rcoordinator: Stephen Baynes
Aand Radministrator: Jeanne Venton
Mixing Engineer: Joe Visciano
Mastering Engineer: Colin Leonard
Vocalist: Latto
Additional Engineer: Adeniyi "Synematik" Adelekan
Composer Lyricist: Alyssa Stephens
Composer Lyricist: Jeremy Felton
Composer Lyricist: Christopher Smith
Composer Lyricist: Sonyae Elise
Composer Lyricist: Ronald Colson
Composer Lyricist: Roger Kleinman
Composer Lyricist: Zachary Seman
Composer Lyricist: Anthony Paul Jefferies
Composer Lyricist: Paul Huston
Composer Lyricist: Shahid Wright
Composer Lyricist: Glenn Bolton
Composer Lyricist: Arnold Hamilton
Composer Lyricist: Martin Nemley
Composer Lyricist: Leonardo Roman
Composer Lyricist: Floyd “SprngBrk” Bentley
Composer Lyricist: Zach Ess
Lyrics and translation
Original
Smell good, taste good.
Feel good, look great.
Shape like a number eight.
Titties real, look fake.
Yeah.
Eat it up, whole plate.
Got you hooked, I'm bait.
Sex drive, he can't wait.
Make him cum fast like Liz Race.
Ride Six Flags with my hands up.
Drop that ass down, make it stand up.
Baby mama can't stand us.
Act tough, get your mans fucked.
VVS's on Chanel pearls.
Sweated out, need a new curl.
My pussy key to his whole world.
I'm in my Goyard, you go, girl.
Go, -go, go, go. -I'm in my Goyard, you go, girl.
Go, go, go, go.
I'm in my Goyard, you go, girl.
Big mama, no kids.
Waiting for the right nigga, right time.
Bitches hearing through the grapevine, I'm hearing GIA certified.
Is you gon' make it rain for these thunder thighs? Yeah, I'm a ten and a freak.
I'm only spitting out Listerine.
Play with me, don't play with me.
Man, y'all hoes ain't have emotion when the doorbell ring.
Ten French tip-toesin' in these Dolce heels. Same maggot-ass hoes stay on my dick for real.
Man, what the fuck I look like trippin' off some dick for real?
God ain't stop making them when he made us for real. I'm so summer on a nigga, way I switch 'em out.
On my mama, I give a nigga somethin' to figure out.
Look who trippin' now. She done switched around. I'm in my Goyard, you go, girl.
Go, go, go, go.
I'm in my Goyard, you go, girl.
Go, -go, go, go. -I'm in my Goyard, you go, girl.
Good skin, rich too.
Still doin' it like rent due.
Used to have a chipped tooth with a synthetic, not a wig glued.
I'm a homeowner with a swim pool.
Built like figure eight. I be intimidating. Teen tight, can't penetrate.
Many men, who minute men, ain't any men I'd ever date.
Generate more money then I blow it all on my homegirls.
Then I go home, chauffeur.
Get home, salt bath.
Feet hurt, sore abs, tight calves.
I don't like that, but it's like that for the show, girl.
In my backyard gettin' dome, girl.
In a sun chair with my toes curled.
In his bedroom on a poster.
-I'm in my Goyard, you go, girl. -Go, go, go, go.
I'm in my Goyard, you go, girl.
Go, go, go, go.
I'm in my Goyard, you go, girl.
Go, go, go, go.
-I'm in my Goyard, you go, girl. -Go, go, go, go.
I'm in my Goyard, you go, girl.