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letra de marilyn monroe - lil kori

[intro: lil kori]
(curse you, kori the finesse kid)
ayy (yuh), huh, let’s get it (what?)
heh, yuh, huh, let’s get it (b-tch)
(ayo, is that dj martin jones?) ayy, what?
ayy, b-tch (yeah, lil kori)

[verse 1: lil kori & myles blue]
got a bad b-tch, look like marilyn monroe
i sneak in your b-tch crib and nut on her toes
i’m jerkin’ to hentai, you know how it goes
smeat gang, gnarly boys, and my muh’f-ckin’ bros
b-tch, i am flexed up, i feel like i’m t-pain
meme rap as in kori, i feel like i’m dbangz
lil myles and [?], they my muh’f-ckin’ brothers
we in this b-tch late, eatin’ beats like no other
black haired b-tch, i think her name nancy
she screamin’ my name, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout manny
then i f-ck hеr mom, then her sister and auntiе
i beat on my d-ck like munchin’ hard candy
my b-tch named molly, her last name o’leary
i fisted her coochie, that sh-t h-lla hairy
lil’ b-tch, call me richard ’cause these n-ggas scary
i’m drinkin’ her titty milk just like it’s dairy
shout out dj martin jones, this beat is s-xy
i’m hopin’ james charles will finally text me
i’m a broke n-gga, so i don’t be flexing
yo’ b-tch on her knees and she get to neckin’
i love asian women, they got some nice toes
yo’ b-tch in my bed and she take off her clothes (yuh)
i pull out my d-ck and then nut on her nose (okay, yuh)
and pass it to myles (what?), he came with the hoes
[verse 2: myles blue & jarou]
wait, hold on, passed her to me?
only girl that i care about named [?]
way i’m runnin’ these beats gets exhausted to me
and i’m still from the bluffs, why they crossin’ my team? (why?)
crossin’ the team, lil’ b-tch, you get x’d out
take off the rubber she stickin’ her neck out (she is)
she gobble like turkey while i got my pecs out (she do)
head to the banks and i’m walkin’ with checks out
head to the bank and i drop a deposit
tell my girl i need sp-ce like a rocket
’cause my girl be toxic, why i be cautious (okay)
all this money she throw up, i’m nauseous
feelin’ nauseous, so i might have to barf
she said “put your hands on my neck just like a scarf” (uh, ayy)
i know what she means, so i’m hittin’ the drewski
i did it, then i had to slide you like two seat
well, my girl don’t slide, instead she be hoppin’
droppin’ her suit, she get it poppin’
stay in my bag, might guess i be shoppin’
know we be flowin’, never be floppin’
we never flop on the deck like a fish
and i always be eatin’, don’t pass never dish
i won’t pass it to myles, man, that’s what they wish
’cause i end in a swish, or a d-mn chef kiss
me, kori, jarou cheffin’, no gordon (haha, gordon)
jarou still wearing them beat down jordan’s (haha)
i’m like “bro, switch it up, can you afford ’em?” (nice)
rappin’ like this so easy, it’s boring
[outro: jarou]
(ayo, is that dj martin jones?)
did he just cut me off?
is this n-gga serious? (ayo)
is that really his fu-
his producer tag?

- lil kori

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