Lob (Explicit) 歌詞
Lob (Explicit) - Kid Ink/Rory Fresco/Juliann Alexander
Lyrics by:Brian Todd Collins/Juliann Alexander/Tony Son/Terrell Johnson
Composed by:Brian Todd Collins/Juliann Alexander/Tony Son/Terrell Johnson
Ooh oh oh
Ah yeah ah yeah ah yeah
Yeah
Pop a wheelie with no hands hands ah
Put it in the sky ah
Threw that b***h a lob lob lob
Threw that b***h a lob wo
Money make her dance dance
Put you on a job ah
Threw that b***h a lob yeah
Threw that b***h a lob wo
Money bag yo go keep a chain hundred bag ah
Yo backwood if you really
'Bout that ah smoke smoke
Know your type only n***as
That ain't ah broke broke oo
Dance in them Jimmy Choos ayy
Your skin color a bottle of
Yoo-hoo yeah
That big old dude dude I point and shoot
Came with the truth
Case n***as start actin' boof actin' boof
I can't refuse she with y'all
Least she fighter with the moves
I threw that lob like I coulda went to duke
Lil baby it's just right 'cause she demand
Yeah
Walk it like I talk it in these vans ah yeah
Pop a wheelie with no hands oh no hands
Put it in the sky sky
Threw that b***h a lob oo no
Threw that b***h a lob woh oo
Money make her dance make her dance
Put you on a job you on a job
Threw that b***h a lob lob
Threw that b***h a lob
It ain't nothin' to me
Jewelry cold like one degree
I'ma throw it all
It's gon' fall from a hundred feet
Rory don't do nothin' cheap
Don't sleep at the double tree
Bad b***hes run at me like
Can you give me somethin' to see
She gon' go long for the throat
My son her
And she all alone on her own
Need a sponsor sponsor
I threw all this cash cash
If I do my math right
You just do a sash ah
I go through the smash
Livin' stupid fast ah b***h
I do the dash
It ain't same type of s**t
That will get you to crash oh
Just know who in first she
Don't know who in last
I just threw the bag ya
If the truth be asked ya ya
Pop a wheelie with no hands oh with no hands
Put it in the sky ah
Threw that b***h a lob ah ah
Threw that b***h a lob wo no
Money make her dance ah
Put you on a job you job
Threw that b***h a lob lob
Threw that b***h a lob
I could tell that she a fan
I'm a rock star with no band
I get money in advance
Then I do my money dance ooo
Can you throw it back on me by chance ooo
You a bad b***h you ain't innocent
I just walked in with a brand new b***h
And a rock star clique
You can suck my dick
Rest in peace to lil peep
Took a xan in the whip
Swervin' on a highway
Swervin' on your b***h oh yeah
Pop a willy with no hands with no hands
With no hands
Put it in the sky sky sky
Threw that b***h a lob lob lob
Ooh that s**t a vibe vibe vibe oh
Ah yeah
Yeah