Glatt Songtext
von Chief Keef
Glatt Songtext
Glatt, glatt, glatt, glatt-glatt
Glatt, glatt, glatt, glatt-glatt
Yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Ayy, chyeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Ayy, chyeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt, glatt)
He an imposter, ayy, turn him to pasta, ayy
Foe got that blih, ayy, he make it wobble, ayy
Corn on the cobble, chopper lob ′em, ayy
Check my Rollie, I can't tell it, ayy
Groove back, Stella, ayy, I live in Ella, ayy (LA)
Where the umbrella? Ayy, think it′s drizzlin', ayy
Niggas my children, such a feelin', ayy
Causin′ a blizzard, ayy, feel like a wizard, ayy
Turn you to gizzards, just pour up the sizzurp, ayy
Roll up with scissors, give me the trimmers, ayy
These niggas alkies, foe a mummy
I pray I don′t OD, we only four deep, yeah
Yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Ayy, chyeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Ayy, chyeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Ayy, silencers, damn, ayy, damn
I can't see ′em, ayy, yeah
Then they blam, ayy, yeah
Feelin' like Cam, ayy, yeah
I′ll be God damned, ayy, yeah
Feelin' like Martin, ayy, yeah
Run to they Pam, ayy, yeah
Cousin ain′t here, ayy, yeah
I don't know fam, ayy, yeah
Foot on the Lam, ayy, yeah
From D-Town, ayy, yeah
When niggas do some fake shit, ayy, yeah
Don't have me ′round, ayy, yeah
That′s how I get down, ayy, yeah
I don't fuck around, ayy, yeah
Yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Ayy, chyeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Ayy, chyeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Glatt, glatt, glatt, glatt-glatt
Yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Ayy, chyeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Ayy, chyeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt, glatt)
He an imposter, ayy, turn him to pasta, ayy
Foe got that blih, ayy, he make it wobble, ayy
Corn on the cobble, chopper lob ′em, ayy
Check my Rollie, I can't tell it, ayy
Groove back, Stella, ayy, I live in Ella, ayy (LA)
Where the umbrella? Ayy, think it′s drizzlin', ayy
Niggas my children, such a feelin', ayy
Causin′ a blizzard, ayy, feel like a wizard, ayy
Turn you to gizzards, just pour up the sizzurp, ayy
Roll up with scissors, give me the trimmers, ayy
These niggas alkies, foe a mummy
I pray I don′t OD, we only four deep, yeah
Yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Ayy, chyeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Ayy, chyeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Ayy, silencers, damn, ayy, damn
I can't see ′em, ayy, yeah
Then they blam, ayy, yeah
Feelin' like Cam, ayy, yeah
I′ll be God damned, ayy, yeah
Feelin' like Martin, ayy, yeah
Run to they Pam, ayy, yeah
Cousin ain′t here, ayy, yeah
I don't know fam, ayy, yeah
Foot on the Lam, ayy, yeah
From D-Town, ayy, yeah
When niggas do some fake shit, ayy, yeah
Don't have me ′round, ayy, yeah
That′s how I get down, ayy, yeah
I don't fuck around, ayy, yeah
Yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Ayy, chyeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Ayy, chyeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt)
Ayy, yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Writer(s): Keith Cozart, Julian Davis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com