benjicold – dork lyrics
[intro]
(benjicold, why you icy?)
yeah, yeah
[chorus]
them bullets hit his ass, he feel like a tork
the little beat boring, i go on a tour
i hop in the gym, i gon’ head and score
i’m playin’ wit’ numbers, i feel like a dork
i got all of this money, i feel like a h++rder
i go to the bank and my b+tch, she gon’ sort it
that n+gga so little yeah, a money shortage
i got the racks on me, better check report
look at my hands, i’m prayin’ n+gga to the lord
she play wit’ my d+ck, i told the b+tch play wit’ my sword
that n+gga lame, he be on the discord
i call up my white plug yeah, he up in the ford
he say he want a pound and a brick, i’m like sure
no i’m not datin’ that muhf+ckin’ stupid wh0re
b+tch i been that sh+t, feel like [?]
(benji, what the f+ck is wrong with you?)
she wanna talk, i told the b+tch i’ma go to h+ll
i am the devil, repel go to h+ll
b+tch i sip on the lean n+gga, bad for my health
[verse]
i went and pick up the glock and it’s right on the shelf
that n+gga money so short and it look like a elf
i did all this sh+t all my muhf+ckin’ self
[?], i ain’t need no help
i’m in the water swimmin’ like i’m michael phelps
that n+gga got down bad askin’ for the help
that n+gga hatin’ yeah, he be on yell
all these n+ggas hate and they hate on me
b+tch i’m [?] degrees
b+tch i get the money like i got a degree
you hatin’ on me, please stop talkin’ to me
i walk in the function n+gga and i [?]
walk in the muhf+ckin’ function, i hop in the muhf+ckin’ whip
and i dash in the muhf+ckin’ benz
she wanna go dibble down like a chip
gotta keep that little self defense up on my hip
gotta be keepin’ the cup full of the tris
that n+gga so down bad not on the list
i feel like i’m kobe, i get the ball then don’t miss
yo’ b+tch, she take off my draws suck my d+ck
i walk in the mall, i look at my feet and that’s rick owens
yeah, i look at my b+tch, she so bad, i’m like “where you goin’?”
slide on the beat little n+gga yeah, i’m flowin’
she say i’m so proud like n+gga yeah, i’m glowin’
n+ggas so p+ssy, i told the boy i’m blowin’
i got a glock, we shoot a n+gga like a [?]
gonna go do the boy sad n+gga on his birthday
[?] on a muhf+ckin’ d+mn thursday
[chorus]
(benji, what the f+ck is wrong with you?)
them bullets hit his ass, he feel like a tork
the little beat boring, i go on a tour
i hop in the gym, i gon’ head and score
i’m playin’ wit’ numbers, i feel like a dork
i got all of this money, i feel like a h++rder
i go to the bank and my b+tch, she gon’ sort it
that n+gga so little yeah, a money shortage
i got the racks on me, better check report
look at my hands, i’m prayin’ n+gga to the lord
she play wit’ my d+ck, i told the b+tch play wit’ my sword
that n+gga lame, he be on the discord
i call up my white plug yeah, he up in the ford
he say he want a pound and a brick, i’m like sure
no i’m not datin’ that muhf+ckin’ stupid wh0re
b+tch i been that sh+t, feel like [?]
she wanna talk, i told the b+tch i’ma go to h+ll
i am the devil, repel go to h+ll
b+tch i sip on the lean n+gga, bad for my health
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