Gtr Freestyle Lyrics

Song	Gtr Freestyle
Artist	Casper TNG
Album	Now or Never
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	作词 : Sharrief Muhammad
	作曲 : Sharrief Muhammad
	Where I’m from, we carry llamas
	Where I’m from shoot informers, formers
	Pull up in the GTR
	(GTR)
	I just pulled up in GTR
	And I’m a pressa but I’m not coming from BFR
	Run em down, he won’t make it to the E &R
	My aim on point, but I don’t squeeze from far
	Pass the keys to car, its speedin’ car
	Waitress send the bottle over I don’t see the bar
	I just pulled off in a rover like I’m leaving mars
	Fly like a Peter pan neverland is what I leave him on
	Gucci collars, hoochie mamas they were never use to dollars
	She see me up in the club, she send her number I didn’t call her
	Dead guys in my ****ing
	Where I’m from, we carry llamas
	Where I’m from shoot informers, formers
	When we see him, he’s a goner
	And these little bitches on my line
	They don’t know I be on they block, like all the time
	Who knows I just hit up your block tonight
	Who knows I just might just make someone drop tonight
	I hit a lick there’s something cookin’ in my pot tonight
	You getting pitched don’t make me catch you round my block tonight
	She on my dick, she said her pussy never hit it right
	And I’m just scoring on your block until you bitches ride
	Make his body fly, make his momma cry
	Make his shorty choose
	Right after he die
	He livin’ a lie, he livin’ a lie
	He aint never slide he aint let it fly
	Free all my bitches in boxes, for you I’m burying boxes
	**** you I’m dropping a coffin
	All these opps got me coughin’
	All this lean got me nauseas
	In the club on a mod tip
	In the club with the dog dems
	She with you, but she watchin’
	Look at my diamonds and look at the timing
	They lookin’ as soon as we walk in
	He want some clout of my name, clout of my game
	But what will it costs him
	Who is he, Ill cross him
	That’s your bitch who shot him
	That’s your bitch who dropped him
	You must really be exhausted
	Flip a bitch no cost, imma do it free if its for the cause
	Flip a bitch for my dawg, I’m back in the spot
	I’m watching the box
	For my kicks what’s the cost
	Christian Louboutin, my bitch Yves S.t Laurent
	You cannot be on what I’m on
	Gang

	zuo ci : Sharrief Muhammad
	zuo qu : Sharrief Muhammad
	Where I' m from, we carry llamas
	Where I' m from shoot informers, formers
	Pull up in the GTR
	GTR
	I just pulled up in GTR
	And I' m a pressa but I' m not coming from BFR
	Run em down, he won' t make it to the E R
	My aim on point, but I don' t squeeze from far
	Pass the keys to car, its speedin' car
	Waitress send the bottle over I don' t see the bar
	I just pulled off in a rover like I' m leaving mars
	Fly like a Peter pan neverland is what I leave him on
	Gucci collars, hoochie mamas they were never use to dollars
	She see me up in the club, she send her number I didn' t call her
	Dead guys in my ing
	Where I' m from, we carry llamas
	Where I' m from shoot informers, formers
	When we see him, he' s a goner
	And these little bitches on my line
	They don' t know I be on they block, like all the time
	Who knows I just hit up your block tonight
	Who knows I just might just make someone drop tonight
	I hit a lick there' s something cookin' in my pot tonight
	You getting pitched don' t make me catch you round my block tonight
	She on my dick, she said her pussy never hit it right
	And I' m just scoring on your block until you bitches ride
	Make his body fly, make his momma cry
	Make his shorty choose
	Right after he die
	He livin' a lie, he livin' a lie
	He aint never slide he aint let it fly
	Free all my bitches in boxes, for you I' m burying boxes
	you I' m dropping a coffin
	All these opps got me coughin'
	All this lean got me nauseas
	In the club on a mod tip
	In the club with the dog dems
	She with you, but she watchin'
	Look at my diamonds and look at the timing
	They lookin' as soon as we walk in
	He want some clout of my name, clout of my game
	But what will it costs him
	Who is he, Ill cross him
	That' s your bitch who shot him
	That' s your bitch who dropped him
	You must really be exhausted
	Flip a bitch no cost, imma do it free if its for the cause
	Flip a bitch for my dawg, I' m back in the spot
	I' m watching the box
	For my kicks what' s the cost
	Christian Louboutin, my bitch Yves S. t Laurent
	You cannot be on what I' m on
	Gang

	zuò cí : Sharrief Muhammad
	zuò qǔ : Sharrief Muhammad
	Where I' m from, we carry llamas
	Where I' m from shoot informers, formers
	Pull up in the GTR
	GTR
	I just pulled up in GTR
	And I' m a pressa but I' m not coming from BFR
	Run em down, he won' t make it to the E R
	My aim on point, but I don' t squeeze from far
	Pass the keys to car, its speedin' car
	Waitress send the bottle over I don' t see the bar
	I just pulled off in a rover like I' m leaving mars
	Fly like a Peter pan neverland is what I leave him on
	Gucci collars, hoochie mamas they were never use to dollars
	She see me up in the club, she send her number I didn' t call her
	Dead guys in my ing
	Where I' m from, we carry llamas
	Where I' m from shoot informers, formers
	When we see him, he' s a goner
	And these little bitches on my line
	They don' t know I be on they block, like all the time
	Who knows I just hit up your block tonight
	Who knows I just might just make someone drop tonight
	I hit a lick there' s something cookin' in my pot tonight
	You getting pitched don' t make me catch you round my block tonight
	She on my dick, she said her pussy never hit it right
	And I' m just scoring on your block until you bitches ride
	Make his body fly, make his momma cry
	Make his shorty choose
	Right after he die
	He livin' a lie, he livin' a lie
	He aint never slide he aint let it fly
	Free all my bitches in boxes, for you I' m burying boxes
	you I' m dropping a coffin
	All these opps got me coughin'
	All this lean got me nauseas
	In the club on a mod tip
	In the club with the dog dems
	She with you, but she watchin'
	Look at my diamonds and look at the timing
	They lookin' as soon as we walk in
	He want some clout of my name, clout of my game
	But what will it costs him
	Who is he, Ill cross him
	That' s your bitch who shot him
	That' s your bitch who dropped him
	You must really be exhausted
	Flip a bitch no cost, imma do it free if its for the cause
	Flip a bitch for my dawg, I' m back in the spot
	I' m watching the box
	For my kicks what' s the cost
	Christian Louboutin, my bitch Yves S. t Laurent
	You cannot be on what I' m on
	Gang

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