Lyrics

Lob (Explicit) - Kid Ink (墨童)/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

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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