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zoned freestyle - lil kori lyrics

[intro: lil kori]
ayy, you already know what the f*ck’s goin’ on, bruh
it’s your boy lil kori
up in this b*tch with my n*gga james oasis, bruh
this sh*t’s lit (lac)
(lac on the f*cking beat)
what? ayy
yeah, huh, run it back
lil kori up in this b*tch, yeah
lil kori up in it, b*tch

[verse 1: lil kori]
i’m pimpin’ these b*tches, you be captain save*a*hoe
run in yo’ crib, put your mom in a [?]
bih’ gettin’ mad, don’t [?] silly hoes
eat up yo’ b*tch p*ssy like it’s some cheerios
guess what, bosko, yo’ girlfriend’s a sl*t
“that’s my girl, kori” well i don’t give a f*ck
i had that b*tch suckin’ on my left nut
magic school bus, i was all in her guts

[interlude: lil kori & james oasis]
i got* pluh* puh*huh (d*mn kori, that was the shortest verse i’ve ever heard)
a*ha, shut up, n*gga (twilight zone, it’s all, it’s all good sh*t)
yuh, okay (and we still exist)
yuh, yuh, yuh (suck on my d*ck)
[verse 2: james oasis]
when i hit the block, that sh*t’s gonna get zoned
f*ckin’ these b*tches and they all gеt boned
you* young james oasis, i’m feelin’ amazin’
and i am not racist, i’m flexin’ my paychеck
yes, i know that my sh*t is so garbage
f*ckin’ yo’ grandma, godd*mn, she just farted
like my sh*t is trash, grab on her ass
i’m countin’ my cash, b*tch, sit on my lap
might just f*ck on my f*ckin’ sixth*grade teacher
godd*mn, she so thick, d*mn, i might have to beat her
i’m beatin’ these women, b*tch, i am not simpin’
i’m up and i’m pimpin’, i ball, scotty pippen

[verse 3: lil kori]
i got the ball, i shoot like scotty pippen
it’s koribepimpin, these n*ggas be simpin’
n*gga, try sum’n, i’ll split yo’ whole head up
pull up on yo’ block, that b*tch gettin’ wet up
i’ll tie you up and then gag your d*mn mouth with a band*aid
then shove your head in a fan blade (zzz)
n*gga try me, he gon’ end up in first aid
shot up his porsche on his seventeenth birthday
b*tch, i don’t go nowhere, [?] milly
i got yo’ block spinnin’ like cheese steak philly bag
shout out to lumni, it’s koribepimpin
like [?], we leavin’ a mess on yo’ kitchen, baow
[bridge: j.c the rapper]
yuh, yuh
pull up and i tie like a noose
i’m j.c the rapper, i’m tellin’ the truth
i pull up on him and i’m dumb, see the deuce
yuh, yuh, yuh
well i guess i gotta go on this sh*t
my name is j.c the rapper, i’m lit
and i’m f*ckin’ yo’ b*tch even though i’m a jit

[verse 4: j.c the rapper]
yes i’m a jit, but i’m not an infant
and i’m f*ckin’ yo’ b*tch, and i’m makin’ her limp
and i’m making her limp, n*gga, you got no drip
n*gga, i’m on this beat and i rip it to sting it
i don’t care, n*gga, ’cause i’m gettin’ fit, n*gga
yes, i pull up and i’m hittin’ that lip, n*gga
hittin’ that lip, n*gga, j.c’s the realest
i always pull up on you, i’m peelin’, not stealin’
you got the dumb fossil, like n*gga, no helix
i’m on this beat and i fix it like felix
fix it like felix ’cause b*tch, i just broke it
i’m on this beat, yeah a [?] not a token
yeah, my name is j.c the menace
i’m hoppin’ this beat and i’m feelin’ fresh, dennis
yeah, my name is j.c the menace
i’m hoppin’ on this beat, i feel fresh like dennis
yeah, n*ggas pull up, they repent
and i pull up on him, and i pull out the smith &
yeah, pull out the smith and the wesson
these n*ggas pull up and they talkin’ that sh*ttin’
walk with that stick, n*gga
i got that sh*t, n*gga
keep it by my side, so i might have to hit a n*gga
pull up on yo’ b*tch, she lookin’ like kwami
my name is j.c the rapper, i’m godly
i’m on this beat and i’m feelin’ like fonsi
you n*ggas pull up like they is not monty
i’m finna go off the muh’f*ckin’ track
i’m pipin’ yo’ b*tch and i’m f*ckin’ her back
my name is j.c, you know that i’m wack
i’m f*ckin’ yo’ b*tch, and i’m snortin’ on crack, n*gga
[outro: j.c the rapper]
ayy, seriously, don’t do drugs, kids
yeah, yeah, yeah
dog, two b*tches a bone
(curse you, kori the finesse kid)
(james, can i play with your feet?)
(sorry boys, j.c took my virginity)

- lil kori lyrics

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