Jay2, Smino - Dork lyrics

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

(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 pit's 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