[Verse 1: Izzy Clay]
Bitch let me tell you the love of my life
Was as skinny as Manute Bol and two-thirds the height
Guess I got a thing for short women, guess I got a thing for cash spending
Cause I been broke since last wednesday, spent it all on skinny jeans
Since the fall, I'm dressing clean
Fuck ya'll, I'm sweating Jim Beam
Jack Daniels, Wild Turkey
Grey Goose, Kill a stray moose
With a red Lexus, driving jerky
Down the I-98, drunk and swerving
I'm the emperor Julius, word to Irving
Doctor J., copped the J's, and wore them out, in one game
Triple-doubled, no hall of fame
I've been rapping since 2 Chainz, changed his name from tity boi
I've been flowing since Duke came, and served Butler, nuked them boys
Hey word, got a blonde bitch, Gordon Hayward, and she playin jazz
Hey word, got a brunette, she a dyke bitch, and she slappin ass
Hey world, try some ciroc, it'll let you pass the time in class
Hey world, try some good dick, in your bitch mouth, so you'll shut your trap
Fuck it clap, fuckin clap, fuckin clap, for your mans
I been listening to Waka, watch her do it with no hands
I'm tryna be famous, I'm tryna make the A-list
Why this bitch be so uptight, take the stick out her anus
Hey miss, I've been feeling quite aimless
So why don't you come and aim this
At your face
You know that I'm fast hope you keep the pace
You know that I'm fast hope you keep the pace
It's the cunning linguist, this dyke give cunnilingus
So I'ma dip because the bitch eats meat and them fish sticks

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