a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de lob - kid ink

[intro: kid ink]
ooh, ah yeah

[chorus: kid ink]
pop a wheelie with no hands, put it in the sky
threw that b-tch a lob, threw that b-tch a lob
money make her dance, put you on a job
threw that b-tch a lob, threw that b-tch a lob

[verse 1: kid ink]
money bag, yo, go keep a chain, hundred bag
backwood if you really ’bout that smoke
know your type, only n-ggas 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 n-ggas 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

[chorus: kid ink]
pop a wheelie with no hands, put it in the sky
threw that b-tch a lob, threw that b-tch a lob
money make her dance, put you on a job
threw that b-tch a lob, threw that b-tch a lob

[verse 2: 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 b-tches run at me like, can you give me somethin’ to see?
she gon’ go long for the throat, might sign 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, b-tch, i do the dash
it ain’t same type of sh-t 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

[chorus: kid ink]
pop a wheelie with no hands, put it in the sky
threw that b-tch a lob, threw that b-tch a lob
money make her dance, put you on a job
threw that b-tch a lob, threw that b-tch a lob

[verse 3: 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 b-tch, you ain’t innocent
i just walked in with a brand new b-tch
and a rock star clique, you can suck my d-ck
rest in peace to lil peep, took a xan in the whip
swervin’ on a highway, swervin’ on your b-tch

[outro: kid ink]
pop a w-lly with no hands, put it in the sky
threw that b-tch a lob, ooh that sh-t a vibe
ooh, ah yeah

- kid ink

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS