VENUS LYRICS – DC THE DON

Read the full VENUS lyrics by DC The Don along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Dc The Don’s music, you can also explore FLY ENOUGH TO BE VIRGIL and Popstar Nervous, two other songs by Dc The Don.

[Intro]
Woo

[Chorus]
Now what the fu*k you talking ’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 popping (Woo)

[Verse 1]
Still moving in the sky, we ain’t got no layover
Riding ’round town with a b!tch and her hips don’t lie, body moving like J. Lo, yeah
Young n!gga move that fire, if you really wanna die, we can leave you a halo (Go)
I was in Atlanta last week, I was sipping on syrup, I ain’t seen SoFaygo
White flagging s*it, huh, pop out blasting s*it (Go)
Most of my n!ggas be packing s*it
I’m so booted, I pull up and crash the whip
High and I’m sipping on Actavis
Tell yo’ b!tch to pull up and don’t ask for s*it, yeah
Straight from the trap, Marilyn Manson s*it
To the Hollywood hills, Calabasas, b!tch, yeah

[Refrain]
She wanna go right now, shawty wanna go right now (She wanna go)
Smoking on dope right now, money on the floor right now (Ooh, floor)
Shawty wanna fiend right now, she wanna blow my loud (My loud)
Hit, then I’m kicking her out, hit, then I’m kicking her out

[Verse 2]
B!tch, Maison Margiella slides, yeah
Popping out hella fried, uh
Heard he was speaking on gang again, we ain’t gon’ let it slide, b!tch
We don’t even rock NUMBER (N)INE no more, I just rock LETTER 5, uh
Shorty, 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, smoking OG, Spanish b!tch tryna play in my hair
Uh, got this ho throwing up Eastside, she ain’t even from ’round here, 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’fu*king chest while I’m fu*king this b!tch from the back, I’m a mo’fu*king beast (Woo)
I smashed like I love her, she thinking it’s hate, I keep swerving this b!tch 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, 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’fu*king jeans, woah
My money standing so mo’fu*kin tall and, shawty, the s*it looking just like Shareef
N!ggas tryna speak on my name, uh
N!gga must snort coc*ine, uh
Riding with a shotgun shawty, b!tch, feeling 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
N!ggas be talking like G’s but don’t got no cheese, this s*it looking hard to believe
Like, if you ain’t really police, then why is you calling my managers looking for beef?

[Verse 3]
Hold on, turn this s*it up to the max, blow up the city and bounce it (Huh, huh)
Shawty keep screaming the gang, but she don’t know how to pronounce it
And she fell in love with the drügs, ecstacy pill got her bouncing
And I’m riding ’round with the plug, he should just be my accountant, yeah
I’m sick of this b!tch, she a dub, tell her just stay from around me, yeah
Tell that lil’ ho to just wait on the flood
Pulled out two-three at the club (Two-three)
Pulled out a fifty and make this s*it work
Pulled out a fifty and make this s*it twerk
Phantom keep roaring, I just let it skrrt
No double B, Louis V on the shirt

[Refrain]
She wanna go right now, shawty wanna go right now (Fu*k)
Smoking on dope right now, money on the floor right now (Let’s go)
Shawty wanna fiend right now and she wanna blow my loud
Hit, then I’m kickin her out, hit, then I’m kickin her out, uh (Fah)

[Chorus]
Now what the fu*k you talking ’bout?, yeah
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
Tell yo’ friends I’m back in the city, get it popping
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