Thursday, August 13, 2020

Kid Ink – Lob Lyrics

Kid Ink – Lob Lyrics

 Kid Ink – Lob Lyrics

Kid Ink – Lob Lyrics

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Lob Lyrics Kid Ink (ft. Juliann Alexander & Rory Fresco)


[kid Ink]

Ooh, ah yeah


[kid Ink]

Pop a wheelie with no hands, put it in the sky

Threw that bitch a lob, threw that bitch a lob

Money make her dance, put you on a job

Threw that bitch a lob, threw that bitch a lob


[kid Ink]

Money bag, yo, go keep a chain, hundred bag

Backwood if you really’bout that smoke

Know your type, only niggas that ain’t broke

Dance in them Jimmy Choos, ayy

Your skin color a bottle of Yoo-hoo

That big old dude, I point and shoot

Came with the truth, case niggas start 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

Walk it like I talk it in these Vans, ah yeah


[kid Ink]

Pop a wheelie with no hands, put it in the sky

Threw that bitch a lob, threw that bitch a lob

Money make her dance, put you on a job

Threw that bitch a lob, threw that bitch a lob


[rory Fresco]

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 bitches 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

I threw all this cash, if I do my math right

You just do a sash, I go through the smash

Livin’ stupid fast, bitch, I do the dash

It ain’t same type of shit that will get you to crash

Just know who in first, don’t know who in last

I just threw the bag, if the truth be asked


[kid Ink]

Pop a wheelie with no hands, put it in the sky

Threw that bitch a lob, threw that bitch a lob

Money make her dance, put you on a job

Threw that bitch a lob, threw that bitch a lob


[juliann Alexander]

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

Can you throw it back on me by chance?

You a bad bitch, you ain’t innocent

I just walked in with a brand new bitch

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 bitch


[kid Ink]

Pop a willy with no hands, put it in the sky

Threw that bitch a lob, ooh that shit a vibe

Ooh, ah yeah

all we work for is to satisfy you.