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lil kori - toongang freestyle lyrics

[intro: lil kori]
(bing bang, bing b+tch)
ayy, ayy, okay, okay
man, who made this beat, huh?
b+tch, i made this beat, huh
d+mn son, where’d you find this? (it’s your boy lil kori)
got my n+gga toon god
ayy, usagi, tell ’em what we be on
real trap sh+t, b+tch
even this anime b+tch that me and toon god got in the booth know the vibes
know what, huh
ayy, toon god, ayy bro (kori on the beat, ho)
get ’em

[verse 1: toon god]
me and kori on the track, n+gga it’s a doomsday
got yo’ b+tch all on my d+ck like a smoothie (okay)
n+gga, she nuttin’ on my d+ck like a smoothie
n+ggas be broke as f+ck, smokin’ on a loose leaf (what?)
beat a n+gga ass like bruce lee (pssh)
make a n+gga have a [?] lucy (pssh, pssh)
leave her game like rock lee (uh)
pass that ho, john stockton (okay)
sharingan itachi (okay)
y’all can’t stand beside me (yeah, nah)
see through y’all n+ggas, [?] (yeah, yeah)
fold a n+gga like origami (yeah, okay)
wrist water just like a sami (okay)
two watches, n+gga, what the time be? (oh)
jotaro, n+gga, time can’t stop me, uh
[verse 2: lil kori]
hol’ up, ayy, and run it up ([?])
i got the lean inside of my double cup (on god)
they mad at kori ’cause kori don’t give a f+ck (don’t care)
f+ck on that b+tch and then bust about twenty nuts
i f+ck the sh+t out usagi (why?)
because that p+ssy taste like salami (swag, swag)
dipped on that b+tch because she was my mommy (b+tch, wha?)
before i moved out, told her “stay off the molly”
oh, yeah, please just [?], i’m reloading my chrome
he kept talkin’ sh+t and i blew out his dome
i’m rockin’ givenchy like my name jerome
dash on yo’ b+tch like my name was tyrone
bash a f+ck n+gga head in with gravestones
that b+tch gon’ say some weird sh+t when we f+ckin’
i told that b+tch “shut the h+ll up and just moan”
b+tch, it’s lil kori the f+ckin’ finesse kid
i keep the racks in my hand
f+ck n+gga try me, get buried in sand
that b+tch is a thot, like raggedy ann
knock his head off [?] before he look up
b+tch, it’s lil kori, i stay with the cook up
i get the bag and count up the digits
ice on my wrist, it look like a fidget, lil’ n+gga
shootin’ my glock, scotty pippen, ayy
shootin’ like i’m scotty pippen, ayy
links to me and toon god’s social media finna be in the description
huh, in the description
ayy, in the description

- lil kori lyrics

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