
Glue Duwap Kaine (Ft. Skys)
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[Intro]
Pew, pew
Aye, aye, aye, young Duwap
Aye, aye, aye, Lil Skies
[Chorus: Lil Sky]
Look at me, now look at you
Imma switch lanes in that Audi coupé
All I want is guala, I don't know 'bout you
All my niggas down and they ready to shoot
If you got a problem then they aimed at you
If I'm feeling sad I pull up that glue
[Verse: Duwap Kaine]
If I'm feeling sad imma bring the drama
That's on my momma
We be totin' llamas
Aye, presidential rollie, I feel like Obama
And the way I tote the choppa I feel like Osama
All these bands I just run it up, yuh
Pourin' purple stuff inside of my double cup, yuh
Shippin' bricks all the way out to Canada, yuh
And yo' bitch clean me up like a janitor, yuh
Aye, countin' all these racks like an ATM machine
Sky got the Glock 40 with the red beam
I can't sell my soul, I can't go like a hoe
I can never fold but I can fold them hoes
Supreme on my dick nigga, aye, aye
I can fuck yo' bitch nigga, aye, aye
Lookin' at my chain and my ice blang blang
Sky in 'Rari, Imma pull up in the Range, yuh
Look at me, look at me
Pew, pew
Aye, aye, aye, young Duwap
Aye, aye, aye, Lil Skies
[Chorus: Lil Sky]
Look at me, now look at you
Imma switch lanes in that Audi coupé
All I want is guala, I don't know 'bout you
All my niggas down and they ready to shoot
If you got a problem then they aimed at you
If I'm feeling sad I pull up that glue
[Verse: Duwap Kaine]
If I'm feeling sad imma bring the drama
That's on my momma
We be totin' llamas
Aye, presidential rollie, I feel like Obama
And the way I tote the choppa I feel like Osama
All these bands I just run it up, yuh
Pourin' purple stuff inside of my double cup, yuh
Shippin' bricks all the way out to Canada, yuh
And yo' bitch clean me up like a janitor, yuh
Aye, countin' all these racks like an ATM machine
Sky got the Glock 40 with the red beam
I can't sell my soul, I can't go like a hoe
I can never fold but I can fold them hoes
Supreme on my dick nigga, aye, aye
I can fuck yo' bitch nigga, aye, aye
Lookin' at my chain and my ice blang blang
Sky in 'Rari, Imma pull up in the Range, yuh
Look at me, look at me
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