Search results for 'lob jam'

shook look to my mans like damn
Dexter shit oh man God damn
Out of this world like it's space jam
Ya toss that lob throw down like Bam
I had the platform

trackathum 7amdin ki nukat dyal aatir
7alef ta nwli f top
Kssiri kssiri 7arg blaka d stop
Tbe3ni ra you will flop
Kantqeb f shbka nishan fuck lob
7alef ta nwli

wearing a coat
Studied his game, he's throwing the lob and I'm making it jam
Fingers on triggers, I'm little, my struggles were real
Still on the trail

I wake up every morning with crust in my eyes
Cut from a dry slice of rye toasted with jam on the side

Jam on the side?

I part time DJ it's no

with it
Show me how you rock, I'll witness
We gon' throw that lob like Clippers
And we caught a slack, Doc Rivers

It sang like,

down on him don't shoot from a far bro
Fed lights on me i'm flooring this bitch
Since fifteen i been scoring more shit
I ain't scared of no jam boy im

need some more

Interior cherry clan inside a Lamb' (yeah)
Remember when I got you out that jam? (yeah)
Who ain't let it cram?
Who ain't sit outside

Fuck the opposition
Yea, oh oh oh
TDVC
Fuck the opposition, get the profit
Pass it to my dog, I had to lob it
Girl this yo fortnite, get out

Til Banken 2007

Natasja

skræmme dem, binde dem og brænde dem
Tag det til banken, til banken

Løb, løb, lille rap
Skynd dig, skynd dig fælden klapper
Tiden er knap, stilen er slap, 

Audemar Audemar Palette do you want something to see
Boolin a beast in commanding vetti go around the ring
Lob it on top of the basket let it go down

the shade
Caught in a jam between night and day
I fell down on my knees and prayed for better days
I got tired of these bitches all running game
I stepped

All of Me

Ill Poetic

Ill Poetic Presents: Mood Muzik's Third

2008

wonderin' if a higher power's tryin' to undermine
When you shoot for the stars, sometimes you're gonna jam
I ain't been to SummerJam
I learned from Lupe,

we  gone ride
Im steady screaming five one two
And Now these niggas gone die

Got me a pack and then I ran it up
Bitch my music jam or what
I Feel like

the point guard when it come to offense
Could tell your getting pissed off
Could dish it like I'm Chris Paul
I could jam it down or throw it up
For a quick

hustling find a better job
Ready for yo shot I'll toss the lob
If opportunity knocks, you better turn the knob
Or be the story that made your mother sob,

it
Choppa wreaking Havoc
Like a broke TV bitch we got all the static
Got back to Stacking
Told that lil hoe to tap in uh
The .32 lob a nigga up to god

The best version of me by example how I lead Yeah
Pick and roll
Give and go
See the flo
Throw the lob it's a show
Been a pro
With flow
Yeah
Niggas know how

I get in my jam, I'm bringing the jelly
Shit get outta hand, my shit in my Helly
That boy gonna switch on his friends like Melly
My team eating good,

'em mask on cause it's bouta be a murder scene
.45 on my hip (HIP)
33 when I lock up (LOCK UP)
91 when I worm out the jam with a rebound laid up tucked

slang with me
She hang with me, she flame with me 
I keep the AK, it sing like Adele 
My shit don't jam it just dropping them shells
No I'm not Frontin'

work
Treating the trap like a job
Came up from nothing, I caught me a lob
Happened to score without having to rob
The money start flowing these bitches

we playing twister
Throw on some slow Jams word to Ye and Twista
Body on body
I need her by me
If she lob me that pussy
Ima catch a body
Thats my bae

All of Me

Joe Budden

Mood Muzik, Vol. 3: The Album

2008

wonderin' if a higher power's tryin' to undermine
When you shoot for the stars, sometimes you're gonna jam
I ain't been to SummerJam
I learned from Lupe,

the 50 round
If I throw the lob lil yo gone slam
Promag on it it's bound to jam
Damn lil Ant you me down

I been hearing rumors in the wind
I tell my men