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letra de cory - zai

boy, you talkin’ crazy, he don’t even matter, huh
whip you back in shape, feel like a f-ckin’ massa
bl!cky’ on my bod’, she give brain graduate with masters
do it faster, the choppa finna get me bags

cl!ck, cl!ck
body drop, i catch a n-gga at the spot
hold that f-ckin’ rod
don’t sip wock
all these n-ggas talk, they ain’t off the rocks

(brr, reh)
she wanna link
but i’m fixated on my mouse, huh
don’t care if you on timing
(i just need a b-tch to come and fix my drought)

i ain’t waste no time on hoes
i rather cook up a session, uh
up on sunday, it get scary
finna slice you, coryxkenshin, uh
drill bounce got a n-gga tweakin’
i might go f-ck on yo’ hoe for the weekend, yeah
my flow too cold, switch the season
move like use’ bolt b-tch i’m speeding
(b-tch, i’m speeding)
verse 2:
woke up to these bands, it was a crazy story (crazy story)
i’m gon’ hit my dance, i’m tweaking feel like cory (feel like cory)
yeah, my choppa on diego
think i’m finna do exploring, huh
i don’t sip wock, i sip on that faygo
if you take drank, you boring

could’ve took yo hoe, n-gga
she a pick and roll, n-gga
i’m like bruce lee f-ck with a kick
you finna be kissin’ the floor, n-gga

i’m lightning fast, feel like izanagi (yeah)
tiny n-gga built like benibachi
put a n-gga in a hot pot
i’m gon’ slap shot b-tch, like it’s f-ckin’ hockey

you do not get no paper, got a ugly taper
send you to you to your maker, like d-mn!
i’ma dip see you later, stop you f-ckin’ hater
oh, you thought i’d date her? godd-mn

you fat as f-ck, some old news
need to go eat good, shop at some whole foods, yeah
she wanna link up at n0bu, shorty wan’ f-ck i’m like
(nah, you a 02)
b-tch, i’m finna get you gone
finna get x’d out just like you gon
i ain’t no drill rapper but if you tapped in
i could still clap you wit my drum

(brrr)
i got too drippy, they don’t wanna roll wit me (they don’t wanna roll wit’ me)
too much pictures, i might knock ya boy out cold hit me, yeah
hit me first, i’ma show you how i throw buddy (how i throw my hands)
i do a verse as long as all you n-ggas got money (huh, yeah)

(as long as y’all got bands)
(i’ll slide, ha-ha-ha)
(just make sure y’all hit me online)
(buh, i ain’t doin no features for 9.85)
(why you talkin’ to me? my n-gga i am zai)
(i’m out)

- zai

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