Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song NBA Jam, artist - K.A.A.N..
Date of issue: 18.12.2019
Song language: English
NBA Jam |
Feel like Jordan, it’s a jam |
Bitch I’m scoring like I’m playing for the Rams |
Complicated, I don’t think you understand |
I tried to tell 'em who the fuck I really am |
I told them niggas I’m a blunt smoking |
Big dope, it’s still going round |
High roller, elevated off the fucking ground |
Big timer, take a picture, bitch look at me now |
Still shining, feel that pressure when I come around |
Bitch, you busted |
Can’t be trusted |
That’s that |
Niggas dusted |
I be dunking, shit be jumping |
I’ve been putting noting |
You residing with them rats,, that’s disgusting |
For the record little bitch, I’m photogenic |
Hopped out like who up in it? |
Popped out like who ain’t finished? |
Came through leaking, too authentic |
Had the blow, put the truth all in it |
Selling lies, nigga who defending? |
This shit’s real low, it ain’t dependent |
Motherfuck opinions |
Dealing with the incidentals |
Trying not to lose my mental |
It’s quite eventful |
Feel like Jordan, it’s a jam |
Bitch I’m scoring like I’m playing for the Rams |
Complicated, I don’t think you understand |
I tried to tell 'em who the fuck I really am |
I told them niggas I’m a blunt smoking |
Big dope, it’s still going round |
High roller, elevated off the fucking ground |
Big timer, take a picture, bitch look at me now |
Still shining, feel that pressure when I come around |
I’m on TV |
Make a mill', I spend it all |
What you thinking? |
I’ve been shining pretty hard |
I’m on bling bling |
Check my stats, it’s pretty wild |
Care less how you feel about it |
Need that deuce deuce, new Ferrari |
Yeah I black it out like I’m Nosferatu |
My vision clear like I’m Nostradamus |
My hunger kill like I’m Jeffrey Dahmer |
You disappear, turn into a goner |
I plead the fifth on this case, your Honor |
I push this shit like it’s not a problem |
If this a race, then I’m running proudly |
Bet I skate right the fuck around them, on God |
Feel like Jordan, it’s a jam |
Bitch I’m scoring like I’m playing for the Rams |
Complicated, I don’t think you understand |
I tried to tell 'em who the fuck I really am |
I told them niggas I’m a blunt smoking |
Big dope, it’s still going round |
High roller, elevated off the fucking ground |
Big timer, take a picture, bitch look at me now |
Still shining, feel that pressure when I come around |