Venice (prod mochila + romeo) Songtext
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Venice (prod mochila + romeo) Songtext
I ain′t got no one to be easy on
I show it off to the media
I told that girl we smoke premium
Fuck with me baby, don't care ′bout your previous man
I got a couple of bands
I got a couple of friends, of friends, yeah
Let's try to see where you stand
Imma fly him to Japan, just friends, yeah
She say 'Can we just talk for a minute?′
Like no way baby, I know you ain′t with it
He bring, I give it, I'm not gonna fuck it up
He cut the check and it hit and we fuck it up
Westwood party exclusive
So elusive, she never know what I′m doin'
I think she feel so excluded
She gon′ hit me up all stupid
I think that's a bit intrusive
Like damn bitch, go ′head just move in
What kinda time you on?
I do not care what you dinin' on
I only care about mine and some
Others that be on my line, you know
I ain't got no one to be easy on
I show it off to the media
I told that girl we smoke premium
Fuck with me baby, don′t care ′bout your previous man
I got a couple of bands
I got a couple of friends, of friends, yeah
Let's try to see where you stand
Imma fly him to Japan, just friends (She got you)
Down bad hard, she got no regard for you
I got my guard up, I never fuck with no one new
I never respond, they don′t know who they talkin' to
Never save the contact, check my phone I swear it′s true
I swear on my favourite denim
And them bitches cost me eleven
My sheets are Italian linen, I got them imported from Venice
Bitches drink water with lemon, I drink my water with Henny
Don't rock with me if it′s semi, I need a shooter, don't need a canary
I ain't got no one to be easy on
I show it off to the media
I told that girl we smoke premium
Fuck with me baby, don′t care ′bout your previous man
I got a couple of bands
I got a couple of friends, of friends, yeah
Let's try to see where you stand
Imma fly him to Japan, just friends, yeah
I ain′t got no one to be easy on
I show it off to the media
I told that girl we smoke premium
Fuck with me baby, don't care ′bout your previous man
I got a couple of bands
I got a couple of friends, of friends, yeah
Let's try to see where you stand
Imma fly him to Japan, just friends, yeah
I show it off to the media
I told that girl we smoke premium
Fuck with me baby, don't care ′bout your previous man
I got a couple of bands
I got a couple of friends, of friends, yeah
Let's try to see where you stand
Imma fly him to Japan, just friends, yeah
She say 'Can we just talk for a minute?′
Like no way baby, I know you ain′t with it
He bring, I give it, I'm not gonna fuck it up
He cut the check and it hit and we fuck it up
Westwood party exclusive
So elusive, she never know what I′m doin'
I think she feel so excluded
She gon′ hit me up all stupid
I think that's a bit intrusive
Like damn bitch, go ′head just move in
What kinda time you on?
I do not care what you dinin' on
I only care about mine and some
Others that be on my line, you know
I ain't got no one to be easy on
I show it off to the media
I told that girl we smoke premium
Fuck with me baby, don′t care ′bout your previous man
I got a couple of bands
I got a couple of friends, of friends, yeah
Let's try to see where you stand
Imma fly him to Japan, just friends (She got you)
Down bad hard, she got no regard for you
I got my guard up, I never fuck with no one new
I never respond, they don′t know who they talkin' to
Never save the contact, check my phone I swear it′s true
I swear on my favourite denim
And them bitches cost me eleven
My sheets are Italian linen, I got them imported from Venice
Bitches drink water with lemon, I drink my water with Henny
Don't rock with me if it′s semi, I need a shooter, don't need a canary
I ain't got no one to be easy on
I show it off to the media
I told that girl we smoke premium
Fuck with me baby, don′t care ′bout your previous man
I got a couple of bands
I got a couple of friends, of friends, yeah
Let's try to see where you stand
Imma fly him to Japan, just friends, yeah
I ain′t got no one to be easy on
I show it off to the media
I told that girl we smoke premium
Fuck with me baby, don't care ′bout your previous man
I got a couple of bands
I got a couple of friends, of friends, yeah
Let's try to see where you stand
Imma fly him to Japan, just friends, yeah
Writer(s): Bryce Gotta, Alan Cartaya, Romeo Logiurato Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com