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number 2 pencil - lil kori lyrics

[intro: mari da goat]
yuh
goat

[verse 1: mari da goat & bklyn.ghoul]
i just got the pump, so you know i’m gon’ dump at you (yuh)
fill him with lead like a muh’f*ckin’ number 2 (woah)
just shot a n*gga for stealin’ my lunchable (yuh)
we can scr*p after school, b*tch, what you wanna do?
like a white quiet kid, i’ma go pray (shhh)
i stay with the tec, so you better not play (baow)
my shooters like doodlebop, and we erase (what?)
this glock 23 got more bodies than haiti
b*tch we gon’ fill him with lead, no mechanical (yuh)
stay with the tool and this b*tch like expandable
sike, nah, i’m cappin’ ’cause when i got opps
i pass them to my bro ’cause i know he gon handle ’em (woah)
fake*ass gun, that’s a prop, you a mannequin (b*tch)
glock in my jacket, you full metal panickin’ (yuh)
my pop from software, it say [?] (what?)
like flash point batman, i don’t do shenanigans (ayy)

[verse 2: bklyn.ghoul]
this sh*t ’bout to pop like the cap of a snapple (yuh)
forbidden fruit, take a bite of that apple (ayy, ayy)
posted next to yo’ lady, she under the table (what? huh?)
that neck be so greasy (yuh)
cloudy my thoughts, got my mind feelin’ hazy (yuh, what?)
i don’t tell my teacher how i don’t need a tutor (huh? yuh)
keep*keep me a tec like i am a school shooter (what?)
clip*clip h*lla long, you might think it’s a ruler
if that boy got a problem, i use my school scissors (what?)
and leave that boy neutered (ayy)
then go play cool math games up on the computer (what? b*tch)
see him at lunch, smack the beef out his patty (ayy, baow)
pu*pu*put it on tiktok, now the whole school is laughin’ (grrah, grrah, ohhh)
he must be a beater, the way he loves icin’ (yuh, ayy)
no cap and no gown ’cause he’s not on our timin’ (yuh, ayy)
his pride is so down that he needs to revive it (ayy, what?)
your life’s like an essay, how it needs some revising (yuh, yuh, b*tch)
[verse 3: yung pimple n*gga & lil kori]
b*tch i be homeschooled
but i’m still f*ckin’ your b*tch in the homeroom
you n*ggas be copies just like someone cloned you
i’ma pull up just to show what this chrome do
okay, okay, okay
i f*ck that b*tch, won’t screen when she text
no i’m not a teacher, i’m not one to test
i caught your boy lacking ’cause he like to flex
call*call up the janitor to clean up the mess
she spreadin’ her legs but we not in safe s*x
b*tch like it’s math class, how i be spreadin’ my bread
i want a b*tch from high school with a dead
like a number 2 pencil, he must want some lead
b*tch i’m ’bout to go super saiyan, vegeta (kori, ayy)
this chemistry, pour up the lean by the liter (lil kori)
i cut that b*tch up ’cause i don’t [?]
we tapped in yo’ b*tch, she’s as cold as [?]

[verse 4: lil kori]
pull up with glocks and we blast off to venus
i steal yo’ b*tch, i’ma nut on her weenus
i’m f*ckin’ on lulu, she play with my p*n*s
no jimmy neutron, i’m a young boy g*nius
i’m not a player, i f*ck her like big pun
f*ckin’ on nancy, i fill her with my cum
hit from the back and consensually choke her
i’m crazy, i’m looney, i feel like the joker
mellotune sh*t, b*tch i f*ck becky patcher
that ho talkin’ sh*t, so i had to slap her
as soon as i need her, got d*ck in her bladder
i f*cked [?], she told me “go faster”
never pull out, b*tch i’m comin’ in
impregnate the b*tch and i’m givin’ her twins
n*ggas be fake, boy, you ain’t no kin
i’m f*ckin’ on b*tches, you n*ggas f*ck men

- lil kori lyrics

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