Testo Otr Freestyle - SwitchOTR
Testo della canzone Otr Freestyle (SwitchOTR), tratta dall'album Otr Freestyle
OTR
Dem boy know we are
It's Jarvis
Skididi
Listen
Informant, informer
There's no way that we're causing a trauma
Man I stick with my bros like Warner
Excuse me miss, can I take your order?
That girl there come hot like a sauna
There's no way that you'll cross this border
You don't know what I made this quarter
Jakes over there, come here chop that shorter
Southside, man I grew up in the slums
Never gripped on rambos and guns
But got nuff bars that bang like a drum
Woah G, hear du-dum, du-dum, dum
Who's that girl with the big behind?
Loving the way she rotate her spine
So I tell her come back, babe please rewind
Back out the queue, you don't know 69
Shit, that was a big fat lie
But free my bro locked down for crime
I shout out Mil 'cause that's my slime
And there's no way I'mma lose my life
Shit, let me just freestyle that
Broski run with a baseball bat
.45 Ting, I'mma let that clap
Oh shit, that was another rap, cap
Like woah, I told that kush here my name's Raheem
Come tell 'em to cash out the Sterling
They say love's about key searching
So I guess I'm in love with Queen Elizabeth
You know that she worth them earnings
Ghanaian but I'm German swerving
Move low but I'm still observing
Tell the cats my bro be serving
Carrying bare success
Man I swear my wrist and my back be hurting
Me, S1, we scummy
Yeah, we reaching the cash as a Kermit
Four door cruising
To the point you can smell them tyres burning
I place that L in her bumper
She throws it back so I guess she's learning
Oh shit, did you clock that one?
Step round there in my Air Force 1's
Who's that girl? Man she looking tung
Man I see her with the fattest bum-bum
Excuse me sir, are you dumb?
Man I told 'em already, please don't run
Juice garn spill like rum
Man I told 'em already, please don't run
Listen, chill, chill, chill
You man want your wrist on chill
I told 'em already, I keep it real
I don't know nuttin' 'bout drill
Big Mac and some fries
I show bro's happy with his meal
Every time I step in the booth
I provide fire with some excellent skill
OTR, you know we on route to riches
It's bars on bars all day
To the point my hair all itches
I don't fuck with them man
I told 'em already
I swear them man there bitches
Baby say I look nice
Saucy said, "time for the pictures"
No time for pictures, nah nah
I told her I don't need drama
I stay faithful like Mo' Salah
Always keep it one hunna
But, who's that sweet mama?
Yeah she cute in pyjamas
What's your name for starters?
Oh I swear that is Sandra
One bad B wanna be bae
But there's no way she can ever be bae
There's money on my mind all day
Amway trips and we swerving lanes
I'm still tryna get this cake
The sun or the rain, we're gonna make that pay
Run to the bag all day
Run to the cash like andele
Like andele
Run it like andele
And girls wanna do foreplay
Fifty Shades of Grey
And now she wanna come paint
Like, bitch just stay in your lane
Just stay in your lane like
Bitch just stay in your lane
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Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Denzel Effah Sasu
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