Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gleamy, artist - Baby Goth. Album song Baby Goth, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 14.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Gleamy |
When I step in the room, everybody see me |
When I smile, you’ll go blind, my teeth be gleamy |
Pockets don’t fit my wallet, yeah, it be raining green |
Everybody feeling good, we all be seeing three |
They call me goth bitch, kinda thick |
Healthy but my rounds are sick (Ayy) |
Think, think you stayed? |
I’ll make that flip (Flip) |
Yeah, I’m that bitch you cannot miss |
When I step in the room, everybody see me |
When I smile, you’ll go blind, my teeth be gleamy |
Pockets don’t fit my wallet, yeah, it be raining green |
Everybody feeling good, we all be seeing three |
Smoke up in my lungs like I’m a motherfucking chimney |
If you talking shit, but you don’t know me, you a fan of me |
We roll hella deep, when we cruisin' down your street |
We be packing all the heat, if you wanna fuck with me |
Fuck with me, secretly, you got love for me |
Lurkin' on my Insta page, you be saying «goals» to me |
Ain’t it funny, B? |
Used to talk some shit to me |
Now you’re selling all your things, scrappin' to come see me sing |
Straight out from the South |
Yeah bitch, I’m from Texas like a demon in your house |
Ooh, yeah, got my name all in your mouth |
These diamonds holding weight, I think I lost a couple pounds |
When I step in the room, everybody see me |
When I smile, you’ll go blind, my teeth be gleamy |
Pockets don’t fit my wallet, yeah, it be raining green |
Everybody feeling good, we all be seeing three |
They call me goth bitch, kinda thick (Yeah) |
Healthy but my rounds are sick (Ayy) |
Think, think you stayed? |
I’ll make that flip (Flip) |
Yeah, I’m that bitch you cannot miss |
When I step in the room, everybody see me |
When I smile, you’ll go blind, my teeth be gleamy |
Pockets don’t fit my wallet, yeah, it be raining green |
Everybody feeling good, we all be seeing three |
Ayy, I am not playing, bitch, get out my lane |
You think you compare? |
You fucking insane |
Bitch, are you hungry? |
Feeding off my vibe |
You gon' get hurt, you ain’t about my life |
I blow y’all out the same with ease |
Bitch, give me brain like PHD |
I am not queen, bitch, what you mean? |
I am so fresh like I’m Febreeze |
When I step in the room, everybody see me |
When I smile, you’ll go blind, my teeth be gleamy |
Pockets don’t fit my wallet, yeah, it be raining green |
Everybody feeling good, we all be seeing three |