dork - benjicold 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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