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wii sports - lil kori lyrics

[intro: lil kori]
d*mn son, where’d you find this?
ayy, huh, yuh, huh, yuh, hey
yuh, yeah, yuh
sh*t, there’s already gun sounds, so this is gonna*
this is gonna be a f*ckin’ fire beat (thanks, anthony)
grandmastafunk in this b*tch
yuh, yuh, ayy
yuh, yuh, hey
yuh, yuh, ayy
kori in this b*tch, yeah
j.c, pimple, huh
j.c, pimple, ayy
(curse you, kori the finesse kid!)

[verse 1: lil kori & yung pimple n*gga]
h*llo, it’s kori, i be playin’ wii sports
f*ckin’ on three wh0res, wash ’em like seashores
these n*ggas f*ckin’ depressed, call ’em eeyore
tmc be the gang and we blowin’ like c4
ayo, worldgirl thick, i’ma blow her d*mn back out
i beat from the front and i’m pullin’ her track out
yo, cindy lou thick, but she throw it back too much
but f*ck it, bruh, i’ma just get me a who nut
ay nick, tell sally stop sendin’ me pics
that b*tch h*lla thirsty, she beggin’ for d*ck
she all in my dms, she tryna f*ck
you can get d*ck, but miss me with the cuff
black girl named becky, she like to get messy
she givin’ me brain in the back of a chevy
tmc b*tch, i know you ain’t ready
my gang sticks together like ed, edd & eddy, gang (h*llo, monkeys)
[verse 2: yung pimple n*gga]
ayy, ed, edd & eddy, i remember that show
i only want lolis, i don’t f*ck with hoes
my sh*t is off brand, i’m rockin’ fake clothes
my neck is on green, yeah, ’cause of my gold
i’m rockin’ off black, and this sh*t is wack
i’m feelin’ real nudie, i’m rockin’ fake gucci
i can’t f*ck with n*ggas if they actin’ goofy
if they actin’ lame
i only like yo’ b*tch when she give me brain
i’m tastin’ her thighs and they taste like some cake
then i move to her feet, got her going insane
like yo’ b*tch a trans, yo’ b*tch is a mane
ayy, i f*cked up
if i was yunglex, a n*gga would duck up
yo’ n*gga’s a b*tch, yo’ n*gga’s a suck up
yo’ n*gga is weak, he can’t do a pushup, ayy
yeah, no hate on lex ’cause he is my homie
y’all n*ggas is fake, y’all n*ggas is corny
and i stay with my gang, i stay with my brodies
my neck is on green, but my chain is soapy
now i pass it to j.c ’cause my verse is over, yuh

[break: yung pimple n*gga & j.c the rapper]
ayy, my verse is over, f*ck (a*heh)
(sorry boys, j.c took my virginity) uhhhh
[verse 3: j.c the rapper]
i don’t f*ck with wii sports, that sh*t is ass
these n*ggas pull up, they talkin’ that smack
talkin’ that smack, n*gga, yeah, you is trash
and i’m shootin’ yo’ b*tch in the muh’f*ckin’ back
n*gga, i style, and i do it free
f*ckin’ yo’ b*tch and then nut in her t**th
j.c the rapper, you know where i be
i’m f*ckin’ yo’ b*tch ’til that p*ssy turn green
f*ck all these sports ’cause they just suck
yo’ b*tch, she lie on me, she suckin’ my nut
j.c the rapper, i’m pipin’ that c*nt
i hit the b*tch with this uppercut
n*gga, what do you talk?
n*gga pull up, and you can’t hit the walk
j.c the rapper, i’m faster than clocks
j.c the rapper, you know that i talk
i talk a lot, and yo’ b*tch on my c*ck
n*gga, you wanna run up with the watch
i got the time for you, n*gga, it’s punch out
i hit yo’ b*tch, n*gga, i’m finna much out, yeah (ayy)
n*ggas is greedy, n*ggas is needy
j.c the rapper, i still be up teasin’
yo’ b*tch all on me and she call me baby
i’m suckin’ her titties every single way, g
n*ggas all some crazy*ass muh’f*ckin’ hooligans
i don’t play wii sports ’cause i’m a fat*ass loser, man
for real, i’d rather play smash bros
and i’m f*ckin’ all these hoes, n*gga, i gotta go
i don’t sip another soddy with the water in my body
and these n*ggas pullin’ up and then they talkin’ like they know
n*gga pullin’ up and then he actin’ like he tough
and then he actin’ like he tough because he drippin’ in the snow
drippin’ in the snow, and then i drip that blood
n*gga pullin’ up, then he talk like cuz
i don’t give a f*ck, why, n*gga? just ’cause
i don’t really care, n*gga, yeah
i’m a dumbass motherf*ckin’ stupid b*tch
i play wii sports none, ayy
[outro]
(leeroy jenkins)

- lil kori lyrics

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