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pictothot - lil kori lyrics

[intro]
(may)

[verse 1: lil kori & james oasis]
ayy (ayy), shootin’ a [?], cole bennett
got ringin’ some from yo’ b*tch (yuh) like i’m yung [?]
i keep me a rack just like i’m playin’ tennis
go crazy on n*ggas like dennis the menace
feel like lil henjin, i’m smokin’ on game
these internet gangsters are some f*ckin’ lame (yeah, n*ggas is lame)
feelin’ like method man, i bring the pain
i got no visine just like lil wayne
ayy, i get me some racks and then go f*ck on lava girl
and she a sl*tty young sl*tty sl*t (ayy)
badass b*tch with red hair and a bubble b*tt
h*llo, it’s kori, i really don’t give a f*ck
just told her my name, now she wet like a cleaning ball
my b*tch named lil’ audrey, she riding this n*gga c*ck
pull out the chop, make him run like an ocelot
like fat joe, i’m not a player (yeah), i just f*ck a lot, gang

[verse 2: james oasis]
yeah, your b*tch know that i f*ck a lot
got me a hoe and i call her my pictothot
she ride on my d*ck like we kartin’ on mario
swervin’, i’m skrrtin’, like no i’m not sorry, bro
got a bulletproof backpack in the back of my locker
your b*tch sayin’ no, in the face i’ma sock her
is you posers be parrots, you always stay mockin’
he talkin’ sh*t, then the mp i’m c*ckin’
i’m gettin’ h*lla lonely, i’ll f*ck on my wii b*tch
man, i love me some nintendo, i really gotta pee, b*tch
[?] on me, 6ix9ine, how i snitch on yo’ ass
lil’ [?] cute, so i might just go smash
fe* female dogs on my b*lls like my f*ckin’ play sucker
f*ckin’ your mother, then i’m f*ckin’ on your f*ckin’ father
if i gotta urinate, i’ll pee onto his face
dad say he don’t love me ’cause i am a disgrace, ayy
[verse 3: zeroxydeckx]
back on the track and i never come last
i’m spitting the facts and my sk!lls pretty vast
i’m leaving in packs as i’m living in packs
f*cking your b*tch, that’s my forecast
yuh, stay on the bed and she givin’ me top
before i go bust, i’ma tell her don’t stop
before i go bust, i’ma tell her go swap
go* goin’ behind, bop bop
rock dual pistols like deadpool
i love [?] buns in the air like i’m deathstroke
that ain’t a joke, bro
captain and mary marvel on my d*ck
call it a threesome, b*tch, it’s pretty sick (ayy)
they know me, they call me by hunter
i keep a blade out my hand, never blunder
my n*ggas long and real pointy, no plunder
ran into [?], then came back with her number
lego my eggo, b*tch, yuh
why would i feed a dumb b*tch? he’s fake as sh*t
why would i hump a dumb b*tch? he’s cappin’ sh*t
i got the strap and i yell out “what’s happenin’?”
i got the strap and i yell out “what’s happening?”
aiming to k!ll isn’t challenging
all of these bullets, you know i be managing
all of these bullets, i see you go panicking, yuh
spe* speakin’ so much, f*ck your bambling, yuh
speakin’ so much, why you rambling? yuh, yuh, ayy
[outro: zeroxydeckx]
b*tch
yeah, yeah
ha

- lil kori lyrics

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