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VENUS

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VENUS Lyrics by DC The Don

Woo

That what the fuck I’m talkin’ ’bout
Off the meds, tryna swerve the wheel, I done lost it
Who that boy? They think I sold my soul, I got options
Tell yo’ friends I’m back in the city, get it poppin’ (Woo)

Still movin’ in the sky, we ain’t got no layover
Ridin’ ’round town with a bitch and the hips don’t lie, body movin’ like J. Lo (Yeah)
Young nigga move that fire, if you really wanna die, we can leave you a halo, uh (Go)
I was in Atlanta last week, I was sippin’ on syrup, I ain’t see SoFaygo
White flaggin’ shit, huh, pop out blastin’ shit (Go)
Most of my niggas be packin’ shit
I’m so booted, I pull up and crash the whip
High and I’m sippin’ on Actavis
Tell yo’ bitch to pull up and don’t ask for shit (Uh-uh-ah)
Straight from the trap, Marilyn Manson shit
To the Hollywood hills, Calabasas, bitch (To the hills)

She wanna go right now, shawty wanna go right now (She wanna go)
Smokin’ on dope right now, money on the floor right now (Woo, floor)
Shawty wanna fiend right now, she just wanna blow my loud (My loud)
Huh, hit, then I’m kickin’ her out, hit, then I’m kickin’ her out

Bitch, Maison Margiella slides (Yeah)
Poppin’ out hella fried, uh
Heard he was speakin’ on gang again, we ain’t gon’ let it slide, bitch
We don’t even rock NUMBER (N)INE no more, I just rock LETTER 5, uh
Shawty, better watch yo’ tone ’round here, put ’em on channel 5 (Yeah)
Do you wanna come out here?
Yo, do you wanna come out here?
Yo, do you wanna come out here?
Yo, do you wanna come out here?
Uh, I was on the Southside, smokin’ OG, Spanish bitch tryna play in my hair
Uh, got this ho throwin’ up Eastside, she ain’t even from ’round here, no (No)
You ain’t even from ’round here (No)
You ain’t even from ’round here (No)
You ain’t even from ’round here (Woo), no
You ain’t even from ’round here, no (Woo)
Bang on my mo’fuckin’ chest while I’m fuckin’ this bitch from the back, I’m a mo’fuckin’ beast (Woo)
I smash like I love her, she thinkin’ it’s hate, I keep swervin’ this bitch like a SRT
I don’t even know this ho for real, I just popped molly and said I loved her (Oh, yeah)
I don’t even know this ho for real (No), but I popped molly and said I loved her (Oh, yeah)
Huh, huh, hold up, I think the addy kicked in, so I’m geeked
Huh, huh (Venus), hold up, hold up, I think the addy kicked in, so I’m loaded, I’m geeked
Pull up and stunt for the week
Twenty-five hunnid the shirt and the mo’fuckin’ jeans (Woah)
My money standin’ so mo’fuckin’ tall, and, shawty, the shit lookin’ just like Shareef
Niggas tryna speak on my name, uh
Nigga must snort cocaine, uh
Ridin’ with a shotgun shawty, bitch, feelin’ like Kurt Cobain, uh
Do you wanna come out here?
Yo, do you wanna come out here?
Yo, do you wanna come out here?
Yo, do you wanna come out—? Yo, Pi’erre
Niggas be talkin’ like G’s but don’t got no cheese, this shit lookin’ hard to believe
Like, if you ain’t really police, then why is you callin’ my managers lookin’ for beef?

Hold on, turn this shit up to the max, blow up the city and bounce it (Huh, huh)
Shawty keep screamin’ the gang, but she don’t know how to pronounce it (Pronounce it)
And she fell in love with the drugs, ecstacy pill got her bouncin’ (Bounce, bounce)
Huh, and I’m ridin’ ’round with the plug, he should just be my accountant (Uh-ah)
Huh, I’m sick of this bitch, she a dub, tell her just stay from around me (Uh-ah)
Tell that lil’ ho to just wait on the flood, pull out two-three at the club (Pull out two-three)
Pull out a fifty and make this shit work (Ooh)
Pull out a fifty and make this shit twerk (Ooh)
Phantom keep roarin’, I just let it skrrt
No double B, Louis V on the shirt (Ooh)

She wanna go right now, shawty wanna go right now (She wanna fuck)
Smokin’ on dope right now, money on the floor right now (Well, let’s fuck)
Shawty wanna fiend right now, she just wanna blow my loud (My loud)
Huh, hit, then I’m kickin her out, hit, then I’m kickin her out, huh (Fah, fah)

That what the fuck I’m talkin’ ’bout (Fah)
Off the meds, tryna swerve the wheel, I done lost it (Tryna swerve the wheel)
Who that boy? They think I sold my soul, I got options (Skrrt-skrrt)
Tell yo’ friends I’m back in the city (Skrrt), get it poppin’ (Skrrt)