RIZZ GODZ
• Written by user260491357
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[HOOK – ALL TOGETHER]
Money long, my drip insane
Gold chains swingin’ on my name
Glocks in the whip, two seats no lane
She call me king when I walk with flame 💎
Private jet, no TSA
She want the vibe, I said okay
This ain’t luck, this lifestyle paid
Rizz Godz walk in — whole world swayed 💥
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[VERSE 1 – Rizz Boss]
Gold on my neck, ice on my wrist
Walk in the room and I don't need a list
Girl in Dior, she don’t need a kiss
But she still blow me a text like this:
“Where you at?” — I’m on a yacht
Money too long, I forgot what I bought
Drip too clean, they call it a flood
I don’t show guns, but it’s there if it must
Rizz ain’t game, it’s law I speak
She melt from one word I leak
They fake flex, but I move elite
I’m the CEO of the way we eat 💼
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[VERSE 2 – Flex King]
Five figures on my teeth, that’s dental
My whip go vroom like a mental
Supercar slide like rental
But the pink slip say “It's essential”
She call me “Daddy,” not biological
Her man broke, that’s psychological
She touched my drip, it felt mythological
I get paid for my vibe, it's phenomenal 💵
Rolex iced, no need for a flash
Money stack tall, no foldin’ cash
She just here for the fame and stash
I just laugh, then ghost her fast 🚫
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[VERSE 3 – Fire Mouth]
Black on black, matte Lambo ghost
Glock on my lap, no need to post
Girls in the back like it's private show
Gold in my veins, that royal flow
Run my city, no map, no route
Enemies talk? I mute that mouth
Don’t do beef, I just eat that clout
Ten mil deal and I sign with a shout
Too fast, like NOS in veins
Drip so deadly, bloodstain chains
No fake flex — we live what we claim
“Rizz Godz,” yeah remember the name 🔥
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[HOOK – REPEAT]
Money long, my drip insane
Gold chains swingin’ on my name
Glocks in the whip, two seats no lane
She call me king when I walk with flame 💎
Private jet, no TSA
She want the vibe, I said okay
This ain’t luck, this lifestyle paid
Rizz Godz walk in — whole world swayed 💥
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[🔥 OUTRO – GUNSHOT ENDING]
Click... Click...
BOOM! BOOM! (gunshots echo) 🔫🔫
We don’t talk much... we let the money speak.
We don’t flex for clout... we own the street.
This ain’t rap, this real life heat.
We the ones they whisper 'bout when they sleep.
BOOM! BOOM!
Remember the name...
We the f*ckin' RIZZ GODZ.
Don’t forget it, b*tch.
(echo fades with shells drop... silence...)
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