"Glatt" lyrics

Glatt, glatt, glatt, glatt-glatt
Glatt, glatt, glatt, glatt-glatt

Yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Ay, chyeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
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Ay, yeah (Glatt)
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Ay, chyeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt, glatt)

He an imposter, ay, turn him to pasta, ay
Foe got that blih, ay, he make it wobble, ay
Corn on the cobble, chopper lob 'em, ay
Check my Rollie, I can't tell it, ay
Groove back, Stella, ay, I live in Ella, ay (LA)
Where the umbrella? Ay, think it's drizzlin', ay
Niggas my children, such a feelin', ay
Causin' a blizzard, ay, feel like a wizard, ay
Turn you to gizzards, just pour up the sizzurp, ay
Roll up with scissors, give me the trimmers, ay
These niggas alkies, foe a mummy
I pray I don't OD, we only four deep, yeah

Yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Ay, chyeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Ay, chyeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt, glatt)

Ay, silencers, damn, ay, damn
I can't see 'em, ay, yeah
Then they blam, ay, yeah
Feelin' like Cam, ay, yeah
I'll be God damned, ay, yeah
Feelin' like Martin, ay, yeah
Run to they Pam, ay, yeah
Cousin ain't here, ay, yeah
I don't know fam, ay, yeah
Foot on the Lam, ay, yeah
From D-Town, ay, yeah
When niggas do some fake shit, ay, yeah
Don't have me 'round, ay, yeah
That's how I get down, ay, yeah
I don't fuck around, ay, yeah

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Yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Ay, chyeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
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Ay, chyeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt, glatt)