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Rizz Fizz
- He thought that he could steal her from me,
- but he’s the one that will end up with nothing,
- and his rizz will fizz away. Just. Like. Him.
- Yo, who’s this wannabe slick talkin’ down like a boss?
- Actin’ like he’s got game, but that swagger’s just lost,
- You think you're smooth with that pickup line slop?
- But my girl sees through you, bro, she ain’t fallin’ for the flop.
- You hit ‘em with the “hey” like it’s some kind of magic,
- But the only thing tragic is how you're lookin' so plastic,
- You fake flex, tryna puff your chest up like a king,
- But you a joker in the deck, only bluffin’, no ring.
- Man, you toxic to the core, tryna snatch what’s mine,
- But my girl ain't about to fall for no dollar store shoe shine,
- You the type to talk slick, but end up alone,
- Yeah, you rizz up girls but can't even get ‘em on the phone.
- I see you down the hall looking at my friends,
- Thinkin’ to myself “When will this end?”
- You a troll in the flesh like Roy Lee Dennis
- Time to beat you up with my lyrical genius
- She don’t want your rizz, nah, she don’t need your game,
- You a clown in disguise, but all you got is shame,
- You tryna play a king, but boy, you just a pawn,
- Step off, back down, 'fore you get stepped on.
- She don’t want your rizz, nah, she don’t need your game,
- You a clown in disguise, but all you got is shame,
- You tryna play a king, but boy, you just a pawn,
- Step off, back down, 'fore you get stepped on.
- (Verse 2)
- I see you flexin' like you ballin’, talkin’ all that cash,
- But you spendin’ Daddy's money, still beggin' for gas.
- You’re a player, right? More like sittin' on the bench,
- Talk a big game but your breath got that stench.
- You hit the gym, huh? Tryna stack up that weight,
- But all you lift are them lies that you fabricate.
- She ain't impressed by the appearance you play,
- She got a real man, not a fake chicken fillet.
- I keep getting told by a lot of my friends,
- To keep her away from you, I can’t pretend
- That you’re not perverted by the slightest grin
- of a girl smilin’ back at you, you’ll break her
- You think you’re hard with them keyboard wars,
- DMs full of ego, man, close those doors.
- You might have the muscle, but you lack the brain,
- Tryna rizz up a queen, but it’s you who’s in pain.
- She don’t want your rizz, nah, she don’t need your game,
- You a clown in disguise, but all you got is shame,
- You tryna play a king, but boy, you just a pawn,
- Step off, back down, 'fore you get stepped on.
- She don’t want your rizz, nah, she don’t need your game,
- You a clown in disguise, but all you got is shame,
- You tryna play a king, but boy, you just a pawn,
- Step off, back down, 'fore you get stepped on.
- So take a seat, boy, and learn how it's done,
- I don’t need cheap tricks, I already won.
- She’s with me ‘cause I keep it real, no games,
- You just a fizz, bro, poppin' up then gone in flames.
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