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letra de money dance - cor (rapper)

[verse 1: kai]
i said ten bands, b-tch i make that sh-t like everyday (yeah)
b-tch i been up in that gym, i’m too geeked up, i ain’t move that way (yeah, yeah)
i was fried as f-ck, i f-cked with her, that’s a mistake (yeah)
i ain’t mean to f-ck wit’ that lil’ b-tch, just wanted cake (yeah)

[verse 2: cor]
walk and then i go, yeah, b-tch i hit my money dance
b-tch i may be black, but my family from f-ckin’ france
i got [?] advances, she on some fan sh-t
n-ggas heard my flow, it was so weird, and they just ran wit’ it
why you steal my sh-t, these n-ggas weird, weird
i could f-ck two hoes ’cause my b-tch queer, queer
big ass stick in my pocket, gon’ hit you like a deer (yeah)
why these p-ssy n-ggas stayin’ broke like all d-mn year (yeah)
money dance, i hit your b-tch not funny man (yeah, yeah)
she wanna f-ck, i’ma f-ck her friend (yeah)
i pray to god, i don’t like to sin
n-ggas be fat like bison, i’ma get [?] like bryson, yeah
i hit a n-gga mike tyson, she just like corey gon’ dive in
why’s that n-gga [?] me, i just like money, not buying
i’m just gon’ rap on cor type beat, i said i love her, i’m lying

[verse 3: prettifun]
huh, i said i love her, i’m lying, b-tch a broke n-gga [?]
you know your n-gga lame as h-ll, lil’ baby come f-ck wit’ a god
young n-gga scammin’ on the tele, i just [?]
i put the d-ck up in her belly, sh-t made her cross her eyes
huh, who are you, uh n-gga, i could make ’bout two of you
clone ass n-ggas watch my page, they don’t know what to do
copy all my sh-t, get on that stage, and they don’t f-ck wit’ you
i got [?] denim on my [?]
don’t ask for my sh-t, ’cause you can not afford it boo
politickin’ ass n-ggas propagandin’, it ain’t true
i [?], but this sh-t is blue
hit my [?] up you know she gon’ see some new news
pfft, yeuh, yeuh, huh b-tch pretty, uh, uh, my b-tch is pretty
huh, b-tch is pretty, yeuh, yeuh

- cor rapper

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