Duwap Kaine - Playin Wit Da Autotune lyrics
[Duwap Kaine - Playin Wit Da Autotune lyrics]
(Nine9 made it)
Playing with the autotune (O oh)
I get high, I'm going to the moon
Every day, nigga, I'm getting high
Glock on my side so don't try
Bad thick bitch toting on that hit stick
I look at her like, "I hit this"
My boys on a mission
Don't condone that dissing
Light him up, it's Christmas
I made a wave, I did it nigga, fuck a critic
I don't need no criticism
My white ho dance on me, man
But she do not need no rhythm
Hella drugs up in my system
See an opp, we gotta get him
Talk shit and play the victim
Niggas talk shit, man, what's up with 'em?
(Whoo) it's that, what's that?
(Whoo) It's that, what's that?
What's that? What's that? It's just
Me and my gun baby, if you really love me
Let me speak my mind (Whoo)
Real street nigga, fell in love with the iron
The way she use her brain
I fell in love with her mind
What's that? What's that?
(Hm-m) What's that? What's that? (Hm-m)
What's that? What's that?
(Hm-m) What's that? What's that? (Hm-m)
Wet up, wet up
(Hm-m) , wet up, wet up (Hm-m)?
Wet up, wet up
(Hm-m) , wet up?, what's that? (Hm-m)
Bitch, I got a check, no Verizon
On a phone making plays on Verizon
She wanna check, thank God for
Baby, you see what I got, no, you not riding
Playing with the autotune (O oh)
I get high, I'm going to the moon
Every day, nigga, I'm getting high
Glock on my side so don't try