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letra de zoned freestyle - lil kori

[intro: lil kori]
ayy, you already know what the f-ck’s goin’ on, bruh
it’s your boy lil kori
up in this b-tch with my n-gga james oasis, bruh
this sh-t’s lit (lac)
(lac on the f-cking beat)
what? ayy
yeah, huh, run it back
lil kori up in this b-tch, yeah
lil kori up in it, b-tch

[verse 1: lil kori]
i’m pimpin’ these b-tches, you be captain save-a-hoe
run in yo’ crib, put your mom in a [?]
bih’ gettin’ mad, don’t [?] silly hoes
eat up yo’ b-tch p-ssy like it’s some cheerios
guess what, bosko, yo’ girlfriend’s a sl-t
“that’s my girl, kori” well i don’t give a f-ck
i had that b-tch suckin’ on my left nut
magic school bus, i was all in her guts

[interlude: lil kori & james oasis]
i got- pluh- puh-huh (d-mn kori, that was the shortest verse i’ve ever heard)
a-ha, shut up, n-gga (twilight zone, it’s all, it’s all good sh-t)
yuh, okay (and we still exist)
yuh, yuh, yuh (suck on my d-ck)
[verse 2: james oasis]
when i hit the block, that sh-t’s gonna get zoned
f-ckin’ these b-tches and they all gеt boned
you- young james oasis, i’m feelin’ amazin’
and i am not racist, i’m flexin’ my paychеck
yes, i know that my sh-t is so garbage
f-ckin’ yo’ grandma, godd-mn, she just farted
like my sh-t is trash, grab on her ass
i’m countin’ my cash, b-tch, sit on my lap
might just f-ck on my f-ckin’ sixth-grade teacher
godd-mn, she so thick, d-mn, i might have to beat her
i’m beatin’ these women, b-tch, i am not simpin’
i’m up and i’m pimpin’, i ball, scotty pippen

[verse 3: lil kori]
i got the ball, i shoot like scotty pippen
it’s koribepimpin, these n-ggas be simpin’
n-gga, try sum’n, i’ll split yo’ whole head up
pull up on yo’ block, that b-tch gettin’ wet up
i’ll tie you up and then gag your d-mn mouth with a band-aid
then shove your head in a fan blade (zzz)
n-gga try me, he gon’ end up in first aid
shot up his porsche on his seventeenth birthday
b-tch, i don’t go nowhere, [?] milly
i got yo’ block spinnin’ like cheese steak philly bag
shout out to lumni, it’s koribepimpin
like [?], we leavin’ a mess on yo’ kitchen, baow
[bridge: j.c the rapper]
yuh, yuh
pull up and i tie like a noose
i’m j.c the rapper, i’m tellin’ the truth
i pull up on him and i’m dumb, see the deuce
yuh, yuh, yuh
well i guess i gotta go on this sh-t
my name is j.c the rapper, i’m lit
and i’m f-ckin’ yo’ b-tch even though i’m a jit

[verse 4: j.c the rapper]
yes i’m a jit, but i’m not an infant
and i’m f-ckin’ yo’ b-tch, and i’m makin’ her limp
and i’m making her limp, n-gga, you got no drip
n-gga, i’m on this beat and i rip it to sting it
i don’t care, n-gga, ’cause i’m gettin’ fit, n-gga
yes, i pull up and i’m hittin’ that lip, n-gga
hittin’ that lip, n-gga, j.c’s the realest
i always pull up on you, i’m peelin’, not stealin’
you got the dumb fossil, like n-gga, no helix
i’m on this beat and i fix it like felix
fix it like felix ’cause b-tch, i just broke it
i’m on this beat, yeah a [?] not a token
yeah, my name is j.c the menace
i’m hoppin’ this beat and i’m feelin’ fresh, dennis
yeah, my name is j.c the menace
i’m hoppin’ on this beat, i feel fresh like dennis
yeah, n-ggas pull up, they repent
and i pull up on him, and i pull out the smith &
yeah, pull out the smith and the wesson
these n-ggas pull up and they talkin’ that sh-ttin’
walk with that stick, n-gga
i got that sh-t, n-gga
keep it by my side, so i might have to hit a n-gga
pull up on yo’ b-tch, she lookin’ like kwami
my name is j.c the rapper, i’m godly
i’m on this beat and i’m feelin’ like fonsi
you n-ggas pull up like they is not monty
i’m finna go off the muh’f-ckin’ track
i’m pipin’ yo’ b-tch and i’m f-ckin’ her back
my name is j.c, you know that i’m wack
i’m f-ckin’ yo’ b-tch, and i’m snortin’ on crack, n-gga
[outro: j.c the rapper]
ayy, seriously, don’t do drugs, kids
yeah, yeah, yeah
dog, two b-tches a bone
(curse you, kori the finesse kid)
(james, can i play with your feet?)
(sorry boys, j.c took my virginity)

- lil kori

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