Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dork, artist - JAY2Date of issue: 23.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dork |
| Built it like fort |
| Jumped onna court |
| I’m goin scotty |
| Like Storch |
| Tree got import |
| Can’t pass the torch |
| She on my dick |
| That’s of course |
| Game won’t divorce |
| Straight from the source |
| We got the code |
| Like it’s Morse |
| Boy you a dork |
| Sitcho wit force |
| I will not |
| Mission abort |
| We can get busy |
| I feel like drizzy |
| Run thru the land wit my woes |
| Even at 50 |
| I will not fidget |
| That’s on my mama 10toes |
| Coppin new benzie |
| She in a frienzie |
| I be wit vanity hoes |
| You lemon |
| Simply |
| Whole lotta benjis |
| No you won’t |
| LiAngelo |
| Been destroyin', been enjoyin' |
| My city love me like Bennett boys |
| Sick they wan take me to clinic boy |
| President, Used to be senate boy |
| I got the pressure in hand |
| Shorty gon roll that up |
| Don’t matter if didn’t say it |
| I kick it, I’m Ricky Tan |
| She got that good, And her lips |
| Look exactly like Meagan |
| You wanna try It |
| Ain’t here for the taken |
| I feel like Liam |
| Once shorty is taken |
| Came in my room |
| Then we fucked in the basement |
| Smoke double O |
| Now I feel like a agent |
| I really lag wit the patience |
| I took a jab at the A list |
| You let it burn, Ush Raymond |
| Zilch Entertainment |
| In between The lines |
| How I left her cliff hangin |
| Ass so big |
| That it look implanted |
| One second to shoot wit the rock |
| He gamed it |
| You niggas Act real tough |
| He Damon |
| Hatin on me |
| You a Skip Bayless huh |
| I’m from the jungle |
| And I did not stumble |
| Got niggas who tumble the P’s |
| You a get humbled |
| And Better not fumble |
| Just know that we come |
| For the cheese |
| She cannot trap me |
| Cuz I am too special |
| Runnin this game |
| Feel like |
| I won a medal |
| I got the angels |
| We shit on them devils |
| I make |
| It shine inna dark like a bezel |
| Need me |
| Please hit the phone |
| For the tax |
| And hit the phone |
| Thraxxx |
| Premi |
| And I lived thru the Payne Like Max |
| I take this shit to the max |
| Easy |
| Built it like fort |
| Jumped onna court |
| I’m goin scotty |
| Like Storch |
| Tree got import |
| Can’t pass the torch |
| She on my dick |
| That’s of course |
| Game won’t divorce |
| Straight from the source |
| We got the code |
| Like it’s Morse |
| Boy you a dork |
| Sitcho wit force |
| I will not |
| Mission abort |
| We can get busy |
| I feel like drizzy |
| Run thru the land wit my woes |
| Even at 50 |
| I will not fidget |
| That’s on my mama 10toes |
| Coppin new benzie |
| She in a frienzie |
| I be wit vanity hoes |
| You lemon |
| Simply |
| Whole lotta benjis |
| No you won’t |
| LiAngelo |
| (Yeah, yeah) x 14 |
| (Smino Talking: Niggas always got a hundred mothafuckin' questions |
| Always wanna know what the fuck you got goin' on |
| Bitch?! |
| Get a fucking clue) |
| «Aye Smi, when that new shit drop?» |
| Bitch, when I feel like it |
| «I heard you on your designer shit now» |
| Yeah hoe, and it’s still Nikes |
| «I'm in the show, show me where the plug at» |
| He don’t move for less than 1200 |
| I heard last time you was in the city, had it crackin' like stale blunts |
| You’re the man like 12 months |
| Cure the pain like sweet sativa |
| Stunner man |
| Acne shoes with the butter skin, Bro what is your secret? |
| Fresh without no Degree, from the pits nigga it must be secret |
| Nothing you can’t do |
| I come from the Lou, and it’s always hustle season |
| Niggas love to switch sides when they get high |
| Need to be tried for treason |
| All I wanna do is ride with my niggas from the sand with some model bitches |
| Monte on the beat, wobble speakers |
| Lets get the thotealinas off of these lime — a -ritas |
| I’m a Rasta, I’m a Rasta |
| Franta Leaf on my rider |
| She a victim of the riddim |
| I, track my boss like krillin |
| On a chinny when I finish |
| Pray one day my partners get enough for slimey living |
| Bad lil jawn, like my lennon |
| Trap a thon and we winning |
| No fatigue a new beginning |
| Built it like fort |
| Jumped onna court |
| I’m goin scotty |
| Like Storch |
| Tree got import |
| Can’t pass the torch |
| She on my dick |
| That’s of course |
| Game won’t divorce |
| Straight from the source |
| We got the code |
| Like it’s Morse |
| Boy you a dork |
| Sitcho wit force |
| I will not |
| Mission abort |
| We can get busy |
| I feel like drizzy |
| Run thru the land wit my woes |
| Even at 50 |
| I will not fidget |
| That’s on my mama 10toes |
| Coppin new benzie |
| She in a frienzie |
| I be wit vanity hoes |
| You lemon |
| Simply |
| Whole lotta benjis |
| No you won’t |
| LiAngelo |