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top 10 type beats - lil kori lyrics

[intro: co*sama]
pew pew, skrrrr
boom, boom, boom, boom (baow, baow, baow)
boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom (buh, buh, buh, buh)
pew, pew, pew (uh)
ayy, d*mn, ayy, ayy, d*mn (what?)
ayy (d*mn), d*mn (pew)
(hey, something is burning around here) yeah, yeah
(you’re a dope boy, b*tch) this sh*t burnt, n*gga, yeah

[verse 1: co*sama & lil kori]
i f*ck that b*tch and she all on my d*ck, ayy
b*tch i’m a streamer, not streamin’ on twitch, n*gga
you a lil’ p*ssy, yeah, you a lil’ b*tch, ayy
if you got a problem, just suck on my d*ck
wait, back, ayy
that boy a lame and he smokin’ on crack
ayy, i got my shooters, they up on attack (yuh, ayy)
yo’ verses to trash and these n*ggas, they wack (huh?)
ayy, pull on yo’ block and then whip in the kitchen (skrrr)
she all on my d*ck and now she s*d*stic
she know that co*sama, he out here be pimpin’ (ayy, yuh)
they all sayin’ co*sama, yeah, hе so gifted (what? b*tch, lil kori)

[verse 2: lil kori]
feel like a [?] ’cause i bе in these [?] (ayy, huh, yeah)
bald head [?], he lookin’ like krillin (ayy, huh, yeah)
yo’ career is f*cked, i’ll call you a chinchilla
and slipknot a f*ggot, yeah, hung from the ceilin’
and sally in the kitchen whippin’ the pot up
ketamine, b*tch, that’s [?] product (that’s our product)
i came with the bag like i’m saint nicholas (ayy, huh)
shoot up yo’ protest, i’m that ignant (ayy, b*tch)
seven seven seven, we gang rapin’ helga
smokin’ a blunt while i titty f*ck zelda
i put on my glasses and get top from velma
lil’ b*tch, i feel like eminem at the shelter
yo’ grandma in the kitchen cookin’ my chicken
and if this sh*t done too fried, she get a whippin’
kori, i’m in this b*tch, you know i’m pimpin’
pass it to co*sama ’cause my verse is finished (yay)
[verse 3: co*sama]
i’m cleanin’ her mouth like i was the dentist
yeah, young sama ballin’, yeah, he is apprentice
that b*tch is so evil, that b*tch is a menace
yeah, n*gga can’t mix and that n*gga is hidden

[verse 4: james oasis]
hit on the beat like an 808, snappin’
i’m crackin’ like kraken, no ass and it’s okay
i’m up at the top, and start givin’ that top
and sure ain’t no denyin’, yo’ music a flop
i got hoes from my left and my right
i got a text from my ex, b*tch, she wanted me back
break* breakin’ her down with no s*x, i’m the best
if you wanted a feature, yeah, there is no west (huh, huh)
wait, hol’ up (okay)
that boy want beef, he gon’ pull up
i got like six bands, feel like i can do pushups
you seein’ this ice, this lil’ chain gettin’ colder
me and co*sama, we f*cke don yo’ mama
lil kori and j.o, we f*ck this sh*t up
m*m*might slide on yo’ block, triple sevens on the glock
that boy tryna talk, we gon’ make up a fuss, ayy (yuh, yuh)

[outro: james oasis]
make a lil’ fuss, ayy
ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy
(curse you, kori the finesse kid)

- lil kori lyrics

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