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battle for bitches - lil kori lyrics

[intro: j.c the rapper]
hey, something is burning around here (so you used a condom, right?)
(young dope boy, b*tch) the f*ck’s a condom?
sorry boys, j.c took my virginity

[verse 1: j.c the rapper & lil kori]
battle for b*tches, you never know when
she takin’ yo’ money that you cannot expend
i’m the whitest of n*ggas, b*tch i am a blend
and i’m eatin’ her ass and i cannot pretend
i got so many jobs ’cause i’m a breadwinner
yo’ ass is on easy mode, b*tch you a beginner
i made your [?] and i use just one finger
i’m j.c the rapper, that fat*ass n*gga
cheeky wig on yo’ ass in yo’ muh’f*ckin’ grave
then we all have a party, a muh’f*ckin’ rave
and i’m hittin’ that blunt, and i’m chillin’ all day
until n*ggas get up in my muh’f*ckin’ facе
if you got a problem, n*gga we can solve it
dissolvе on a n*gga ’cause i’m usin’ solvent
i love usin’ science, math ain’t solve sh*t
f*ck r*t*rded*ass n*ggas callin’ me a dumb jit
i don’t give a f*ck if you’re callin’ me a loser
’cause i don’t get offended or mad at you toolers
i said n*word on live and [?] a n*gga neutered
and if you can’t handle it, go back to weenie hut jr, b*tch (ayy, ayy, ayy)
(curse you, kori the finesse kid!)
[verse 2: lil kori, j.c the rapper & avodaboii]
smokin’ seaweed with my n*gga bob (bob)
i’m eatin’ her ass like it’s corn on the cob
b*tch it’s lil kori, i came from the mob
she callin’ me daddy, b*tch where is yo’ mom? ayy (where is she?)
cartoon [?] so i’m pullin’ them hoes (ayy)
she just wanna buy some, she really ain’t broke (ayy, what?)
d*ck in her mouth and i made that b*tch choke
the glock on my hip make a f*ck n*gga croak
and after we f*cked, that b*tch got vertigo
i’m smokin’ that blue gas, that sh*t indigo
f*ckin’ with j.c, that n*gga is high as sh*t
yeah i pull up and then light me a kike and sh*t
shut the f*ck off and get off my verse
stupid*ass n*ggas, they just be the worst
b*tch i’m almost done with this stupid*ass verse
battle for b*tches, i’m puttin’ in work, swag
that b*tch is a sl*t, call her the nutcracker (cracker)
kori and j.c on the track, it’s a slapper (slapper)
stackin’ up the chips, but i’m not gettin’ fatter (yeah man, yeah man)
call her sandy cheeks ’cause the way that i clapped her (avo, what you talkin’ ’bout?)
avo, you’re such a [?] (avo, swag)

[verse 3: avodaboii]
me and [?], i f*ck on yo’ mans
i been lovin’ milfs ’cause they got some nice cans
basic white thot and she rockin’ vans
y’all talk on my name but i know y’all some fans
her boyfriend is mad ’cause turned her to a stan
i like my b*tches white like they from the klan
if slxrppy cross me, he get popped like a xan
[?] nice dude, don’t give a f*ck if they a man
i’ll do a thot dirty but i ain’t talkin’ ’bout dan
this on j.c, shorten your lifespan
f*ck that n*gga slxrppy, but got kids in my van
call me logan paul, you [?] j*pan
man you can’t leave these rappers all a part of the plan
you versus me, think you riskin’ yo’ life
i love all women, i do not have a type
i’m sniffin’ her panties, now i’m higher than a kite
can’t make it bigger b*tch, i ain’t skyte
fall [?] my b*tch up on skype
ej*cul*tion is murder, last night just [?] stripe
but see the blower on me like it was a bagpipe
but that came to my system, now i’m gettin’ hype
it’s [?] boy naiku, n*gga when you cry
a goth girl who [?] hold a nice rack
ain’t talkin’ pancake when i say i got a stack
bad b*tch judy come over, i blow out her back
i’m a calm bigot n*word ’cause i am black
ain’t talkin’ a producer when i say you n*ggas wack
kori, j.c and avo, you know we attack
sad cracker hours, yeah, i’m lil jxck
dibs all on my schmeat, so here, get on my sack
call me [?], gun block in my backpack
playin’ this thot like she a game
ain’t f*ckin’ with thots ’cause they f*ck her fame
finna stay grindin’ ’til these thots on my name
not juice wrld, but all girls are the same
all three of us are g.o.a.ts, that i’ll never change, b*tch
[outro: avodaboii, j.c the rapper & lil kori]
alright guys, since that’s over
um, um
kori and j.c, please, just let me outta yo’ bas*m*nt, i’m sorry
oh nah, this n*gga tryna speak on his name, man
alright, please let me out *sobbing*
n*gga you are a stanky, bro
we got yo’ ass, n*gga
got ’em
alright, so remember this, kids
meme rap is swag
punch a b*tch
d*mn son, where’d you find this?

- lil kori lyrics

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