Izzy Clay - Versace lyrics

[Verse 1: Izzy Clay] b**h 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 f** ya'll, I'm sweating Jim Beam Jack Daniels, Wild Turkey Grey Goose, k** 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 b**h, Gordon Hayward, and she playin jazz Hey word, got a brunette, she a dyke b**h, and she slappin a** Hey world, try some ciroc, it'll let you pa** the time in cla** Hey world, try some good dick, in your b**h mouth, so you'll shut your trap f** it clap, f**in clap, f**in 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 b**h be so uptight, take the stick out her an*s 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 b**h eats meat and them fish sticks