Somebody’s Gloss lyrics

[Pre-Chorus Iggy AZALEA]
I shoulda been left
I coulda been crept
You're flirting with death (Yeah)
Boy, you're flirting with death
Tell me how you gon' live with yourself
When I'm f*ckin' on somebody else...

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Yeah, you know I'm sugary sweet
Baby boy, gon' rot your teeth like what
(Drip, drip, so slick, that's my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Drip, drip, so slick, that's my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Drip, drip, so slick, that's my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Yeah, you know I'm sugary sweet
Baby boy, gon' rot your teeth like what

[Verse 1: CupcakKe & Iggy Azalea]
When we have sex, f-f*ck me like you obsessed
Servin' you pus*y for your lunch, so let me wear a hairnet (ahh)
Freaky lil' b*tch when I'm out with Charli
Yeah, we keep more eyes on us than the show iCarly (we do)
Bad b*tch, make the way you can't get over me
Yo ass a pus*y, I’m above it like a ovary (bad b*tch)
I'm talkin' everyday, you gon' wanna hit on this
So sticky, Winnie The Pooh ain't got sh*t on this (nope)
Come get you a sample, lick between the camel
pus*y taste sweet 'cause I ate my pineapple (whoop)
Light a couple candles, prove you could handle
pus*y gooey like yolk before the egg scrambled (mmm)
Never trust a man who wear briefs (briefs)
'Cause he gon' wanna f*ck and keep it brief (brief)
Call again when you need somethin' to eat (eat)
So I could open my legs, bon appétit, let's get it
Sometimes I just think to myself...

[Pre-Chorus Iggy Azalea]
I shoulda been left
I coulda been crept
You're flirting with death (Yeah)
Boy, you're flirting with death
Tell me how you gon' live with yourself
When I'm f*ckin' on somebody else...

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Yeah, you know I'm sugary sweet
Baby boy, gon' rot your teeth like what
(Drip, drip, so slick, that's my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Drip, drip, so slick, that's my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Drip, drip, so slick, that's my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Yeah, you know I'm sugary sweet
Baby boy, gon' rot your teeth like what

[Verse 2: CupcakKe & Iggy Azalea]
More flavor than Flavor Flav, my pus*y is very brave
Give head like a genius, you could grade it the letter A (yeah)
Been f*ckin' since yesterday, still 'bout to escalate
Do jumpin' jacks on that di*k, I don't get tired like Kevin Gates (mmm)
Go ahead, wash your face, got it sticky like paste
Hand-cuffed, wearin' lace, yeah, that's how I catch a case (ahh ahh)
Want another taste, you can meet me at Chase (Chase)
Or catch me outside, I ain't comin' to your place
Eatin' all these sweets, f*ck around and get a cavity
Used to call you Daddy, but now I call you my majesty
Hittin' me from the back, but not talkin' 'bout a battery
Let's bring a hundred girls to the room, what's your capacity?
Eatin' all these sweets, f*ck around and get a cavity
Used to call you Daddy, but now I call you my majesty
Hittin' me from the back, but not talkin' 'bout a battery
Let's bring a hundred girls to the room, what's your capacity?
Now that I think about it...

[Pre-Chorus Iggy Azalea]
I shoulda been left
I coulda been crept
You're flirting with death (Yeah)
Boy, you're flirting with death
Tell me how you gon' live with yourself
When I'm f*ckin' on somebody else...

[Chorus Iggy Azalea]
f*ckin' on somebody else, somebody else
Give this pus*y to somebody else, somebody else
I be f*ckin' with somebody else, somebody else
Give this lovin' to somebody else, somebody else

[Refrain: Charli XCX & CupcakKe & Iggy Azalea]
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (hey!)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (hey!)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (hey!)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (yeah!)
It's gon' kill you

[Chorus Iggy Azalea, Charli XCX & CupcakKe]
f*ckin' on somebody else, somebody else
Give this pus*y to somebody else, somebody else
I be f*ckin' with somebody else, somebody else
Give this lovin' to somebody else, somebody else
(Drip, drip, so slick, that's my lipgloss...)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Oh, damn, Oh, damn, that flavor, flavor so good, hey)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room...)
(Drip, drip, so slick, that's my lipgloss...)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Oh, damn, Oh, damn, that flavor, flavor so good, hey)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room...)
(Drip, drip, so slick, that's my lipgloss...)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room...)
Yeah, you know I'm sugary sweet
Baby boy, gon' rot your teeth like what