Biography:
Baby Goth was born Bria Bueno in Arlington, Texas. Her family moved around frequently throughout her childhood and she turned to writing songs as a stabilizing force in her often-ungrounded early life. She played in various bands growing up, singing in bluegrass acts and writing her own songs throughout high school. By the end of her teen years she was living in the Colorado area and releasing songs under her own name online. In 2018 she signed a
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Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
[Intro]
N.C
Turn me up fu!
[Verse 1]
Baby Goth
E C
See me in the big Ferrari
Am C
I got on a hoodie 'cause my neck so icy
E C
If you say I'm baby, then I'm gon' take a breather
Am C
Baby crusing court side rolling up a fatty
[Chorus]
Baby Goth
E C Am
R-r-rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, I ain't slept in weeks
E C Am
Rolling, rolling, rolling up the wraps and that OG
E C Am
Swimming in Louis, Gucci, Fendi, Prada
E C Am
Living our life the way we fucking wanna
[Verse 2]
Trippie Redd
E Am
Swerving in this brand new Wraith (Skrt, skrt)
C Am
Talking all that shit but, nigga, you ain't got no cake
E Am C
You's a dumbass nigga, sending shots, ain't got no aim (Ain't got no aim)
E Am C
You's a dumbass nigga if you think that bitch your babe (You think she)
C Am C
Think she with me right now, iced out
E Am C
Me and Baby rolling 'til it's lights out (Lights out, yeah)
Am C
Need some cleaning, Lysol (Pssh, pssh, pssh)
E C
I said I'm rolling with the gang, got pipes out
[Chorus]
Baby Goth
E C Am
R-r-rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, I ain't slept in weeks
E C Am
Rolling, rolling, rolling up the wraps and that OG
E C Am
Swimming in Louis, Gucci, Fendi, Prada
E C Am
Living our life the way we fucking wanna
E C Am
R-r-rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, I ain't slept in weeks
E C Am
Rolling, rolling, rolling up the wraps and that OG
E C Am
Swimming in Louis, Gucci, Fendi, Prada
E C Am
Living our life the way we fucking wanna
[Verse 3]
Lil Xan & Baby Goth
E Am C
I ain't pop no molly, but I definitely fucked a Molly
E Am
They gonna tell me "sorry" when I get my first Grammy
E Am
Rest in peace to granny, all that matters is my family
E Am
Rest in peace to granny, all that matters is my family
E
Ice is heavy on my wrist now (My wrist is heavier)
Am
We rolling in a smoke cloud (We always smoking, yeah)
C
Get too high, I'm never coming down (Never coming down)
Am
With the family, fucking up the town (Town, town)
G7
Now I'm swimming in the ocean with my jetski robbing something
E
Got a girl I really I like, the type that you can really see
Am
I hope this girl is feeling me, yeah
C
I said, I hope this girl is feeling me, yeah (Feeling me)
Bm
Baby, bust me down like a brand new watch (Bust me down)
F
If you're feeling low, let me turn you up a notch (Up a notch)
Bm
And this sick drip brighter than a new Grammy
Bm
Out here puffing fatties, swaying with the palm trees
[Chorus]
Baby Goth
E C Am
R-r-rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, I ain't slept in weeks
E C Am
Rolling, rolling, rolling up the wraps and that OG
E C Am
Swimming in Louis, Gucci, Fendi, Prada
E C Am
Living our life the way we fucking wanna
E C Am
R-r-rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, I ain't slept in weeks
E C Am
Rolling, rolling, rolling up the wraps and that OG
E C Am
Swimming in Louis, Gucci, Fendi, Prada
E C Am
Living our life the way we fucking wanna
N.C
Turn me up fu!
[Verse 1]
Baby Goth
E C
See me in the big Ferrari
Am C
I got on a hoodie 'cause my neck so icy
E C
If you say I'm baby, then I'm gon' take a breather
Am C
Baby crusing court side rolling up a fatty
[Chorus]
Baby Goth
E C Am
R-r-rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, I ain't slept in weeks
E C Am
Rolling, rolling, rolling up the wraps and that OG
E C Am
Swimming in Louis, Gucci, Fendi, Prada
E C Am
Living our life the way we fucking wanna
[Verse 2]
Trippie Redd
E Am
Swerving in this brand new Wraith (Skrt, skrt)
C Am
Talking all that shit but, nigga, you ain't got no cake
E Am C
You's a dumbass nigga, sending shots, ain't got no aim (Ain't got no aim)
E Am C
You's a dumbass nigga if you think that bitch your babe (You think she)
C Am C
Think she with me right now, iced out
E Am C
Me and Baby rolling 'til it's lights out (Lights out, yeah)
Am C
Need some cleaning, Lysol (Pssh, pssh, pssh)
E C
I said I'm rolling with the gang, got pipes out
[Chorus]
Baby Goth
E C Am
R-r-rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, I ain't slept in weeks
E C Am
Rolling, rolling, rolling up the wraps and that OG
E C Am
Swimming in Louis, Gucci, Fendi, Prada
E C Am
Living our life the way we fucking wanna
E C Am
R-r-rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, I ain't slept in weeks
E C Am
Rolling, rolling, rolling up the wraps and that OG
E C Am
Swimming in Louis, Gucci, Fendi, Prada
E C Am
Living our life the way we fucking wanna
[Verse 3]
Lil Xan & Baby Goth
E Am C
I ain't pop no molly, but I definitely fucked a Molly
E Am
They gonna tell me "sorry" when I get my first Grammy
E Am
Rest in peace to granny, all that matters is my family
E Am
Rest in peace to granny, all that matters is my family
E
Ice is heavy on my wrist now (My wrist is heavier)
Am
We rolling in a smoke cloud (We always smoking, yeah)
C
Get too high, I'm never coming down (Never coming down)
Am
With the family, fucking up the town (Town, town)
G7
Now I'm swimming in the ocean with my jetski robbing something
E
Got a girl I really I like, the type that you can really see
Am
I hope this girl is feeling me, yeah
C
I said, I hope this girl is feeling me, yeah (Feeling me)
Bm
Baby, bust me down like a brand new watch (Bust me down)
F
If you're feeling low, let me turn you up a notch (Up a notch)
Bm
And this sick drip brighter than a new Grammy
Bm
Out here puffing fatties, swaying with the palm trees
[Chorus]
Baby Goth
E C Am
R-r-rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, I ain't slept in weeks
E C Am
Rolling, rolling, rolling up the wraps and that OG
E C Am
Swimming in Louis, Gucci, Fendi, Prada
E C Am
Living our life the way we fucking wanna
E C Am
R-r-rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, I ain't slept in weeks
E C Am
Rolling, rolling, rolling up the wraps and that OG
E C Am
Swimming in Louis, Gucci, Fendi, Prada
E C Am
Living our life the way we fucking wanna
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