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letra de black belt (nightcore ver) - cortisa star

[intro]
hunnid bands in my
hunnid bands in my panties
you a chopped b-tch (he’s the best producer that i’ve ever worked with)
you a chopped b-tch
you-you-you—

[verse 1]
take a f-ckin’ shot every time i go take my estrogen
love it how the bass shake up the function that i’m headed in
got a black truck for my b-tches, yeah, we gettin’ in
you a chopped b-tch, at the function we not lettin’ in
p-ssy poppin’, i be droppin’ heat and so they f-ckin’ lock in
i be spittin’ serious, it’s off the dome, straight off the noggin
told you b-tches you not like me, i’m a crow and you a robin
rocked out b-tch, you see spikes, i’m dripped out when i walk in
petty b-tch, i hate it when they play me, i’ma get them b-tches
when i make a track, b-tch, put it up a couple f-ckin’ pitches
bands inside my panties, b-tch, i’m countin’ up my f-ckin’ riches
mink, mink, bop you in your head, you need a couple stitches

[chorus]
mastered rappin’ high up in the mountains, got a black belt
samurai, he told me turn the bass up til’ my mac melt
banjee, i make money, so i’m twerkin’ with a rack out
posted at a strip club, i’m not greedy, throw a stack out
[verse 2]
i’ma take a f-ckin’ shot and party til’ i’m blackin’ out
i’m about my money, b-tch, i do it if it’s cashin’ out
queen to all you b-tches, disobey me, and i’m crashin’ out
cute b-tch, but i’m gettin’ evil, so i’m lashin’ out
k-k-hole at the function, b-tch, i’m chillin’ with some party b-tches
track is like a dungeon, need to go in with your party b-tches
i been at the club, i know that b-tches gettin’ all the kisses
fitted up, i’m poppin’ out, i’m so dripped out, we needed ditches

[refrain]
liza lani said, “i got a d-ck, so no, i can’t be p-ssy”
got a couple b-tches, that don’t play ’bout me, they grab some hoodies
i’ma really show you what i mean when i say “you’re a rookie”
i say that he beatin’ on my p-ssy, but he call it cookie

[chorus]
mastered rapping high up in the mountains, got a black belt
samurai, he told me turn the bass up til’ my mac melt
banjee, i make money, so i’m twerkin’ with a rack out
posted at a strip club, i’m not greedy, throw a stack out

[refrain]
liza lani said, “i got a d-ck, so no, i can’t be p-ssy”
got a couple b-tches, that don’t play ’bout me, they mess with hoodies
i’ma really show you what i mean when i say, “you’re a rookie”
i say that he beatin’ on my p-ssy, but he call it cookie
[outro]
you a chopped b-tch
you a chopped b-tch
you a chop—
you a chopped b-tch
you a chopped b-tch
you-you-you a—, you a chopped b-tch
you a chopped b-tch
you a chop—
you a chopped b-tch, at the function we not letting in
you a chopped b-tch
you a chop—
you a chopped b-tch
you a chopped b-tch
you a chopped b-tch
you a chopped b-tch
you a chopped b-tch
you a chop—
you a chopped b-tch, at the function we not letting in

- cortisa star

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