Venice lyrics

by

Rich Amiri


[Chorus: Rich Amiri]
I mix the X with the boot up (Boot up)
I mix the Wock' with the Tris (Tris, tris)
Big booty b*tch, she gon' toot up (Toot up)
Bend over, taking the di*k
Might take her out to Aruba (Aruba)
Might take her out to Venice (Ayy, ayy)
Toolie take off your medula (Ayy)
Blow you, and give you a kiss (Mwah)
Blowin' it down, I be smokin on— (Whew)
Smokin' your dead, that boy restin' in p*ss (Ye', oh, yeah)
I'm rockin' Gucci, you puttin' on Puma (Yeah, yeah)
Cut that b*tch off, tryna get in the mix (Yuh, yeah)
Yo' b*tch she mean, but my b*tch a lil' ruder
I cut you off like I ain't even knew you (Ain't even knew)
I make a Perc disappear likе it's voodoo (Oh)
My diamond icy, they colder than cooler (Coolеr, yeah, yuh)

[Verse: Heygwuapo!]
Big booty b*tch, she gon' suck it up (Yeah)
I walk around with that stick
Feel like Amiri, 'cause baby, I'm rich (Bae)
She sucked my di*k, and you gave her a kiss
You is not gang, boy, you is not kin
These n*ggas lame and b*tch, I'm him
Whole gang famous, we gon' win
All these bands, walk with a limp, uh
I just bought my b*tch a bag (A bag), 'cause I can spend it on her (On her)
In that coupe, I'm going fast, big body Benz, I'ma skrrt (I'm going fast, uh-huh, huh, huh)
He talkin' down on the gang (Yeah), I turn your mans into merch (Yeah)
They ask me why I love flexin' (Flexin'), 'cause b*tch, I got it out the dirt
I cannot mess with these hoes, yeah
I don't know if you want lust, yeah
I just keep mixing these drugs, but
They got me right on my ass, cous'
[Chorus: Rich Amiri]
I mix the X with the boot up (Boot up)
I mix the Wock' with the Tris (Tris, tris)
Big booty b*tch, she gon' toot up (Toot up)
Bend over, taking the di*k
Might take her out to Aruba (Aruba)
Might take her out to Venice (Ayy, ayy)
Toolie take off your medula (Ayy)
Blow you, and give you a kiss (Mwah)
Blowin' it down, I be smokin on— (Whew)
Smokin' your dead, that boy restin' in p*ss (Ye', oh, yeah)
I'm rockin' Gucci, you puttin' on Puma (Yeah, yeah)
Cut that b*tch off, tryna get in the mix (Yuh, yeah)
Yo' b*tch she mean, but my b*tch a lil' ruder
I cut you off like I ain't even knew you (Ain't even knew)
I make a Perc disappear like it's voodoo (Oh)
My diamond icy, they colder than cooler (Cooler, yeah, yuh)
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