Venice
Mmmm when that ship gone sail
She said her dad own a boat
They getting checks in the mail
Aw, Tokyo
I'm betting she rich
She claiming its hell
She never saw hell
She never saw hell
She got a nigga that's jealous
He put a knife to her throat
He fresh outta jail
Keeping it all to myself
If he bring that shit over here...
He got a meeting with death
Sending him off
I'm taking it up with the lord
Sometimes i just talk myself
I talk to myself
I am the lord uh
I've been hurting so long
I'm Blind to ya help
I'm blind, don't need the help
Pickup the hoe in Venice
Pickup the hoe in Venice
Pickup the hoe in Venice
Pickup the hoe in Venice
I Pickup the hoe in Venice
Wanna get outta the city
Wanna get outta the sky
I'm back in the air
Show to show
I'm back in the sky
I'm back in the sky
Back in the air
For sure, for sure
When that ship gone sail
She said her dad own a boat
They getting checks in the mail
I'm betting she rich
She claiming its hell
She never saw hell
She never saw hell before
She got a nigga that's jealous
He put a knife to her throat
He fresh outta jail...
Keeping it all to myself
If He bring that shit over here...
He got a meeting with death
I'm taking it up with the lord
Sometimes i just talk myself
I talk to myself
I've been hurt so long
I'm Blind to to help
Pickup the hoe in Venice
Pickup the hoe in Venice
Your lord is dead
Pickup the hoe in Venice
Your lord is dead
Pickup the hoe in Venice
She said her dad own a boat
They getting checks in the mail
Aw, Tokyo
I'm betting she rich
She claiming its hell
She never saw hell
She never saw hell
She got a nigga that's jealous
He put a knife to her throat
He fresh outta jail
Keeping it all to myself
If he bring that shit over here...
He got a meeting with death
Sending him off
I'm taking it up with the lord
Sometimes i just talk myself
I talk to myself
I am the lord uh
I've been hurting so long
I'm Blind to ya help
I'm blind, don't need the help
Pickup the hoe in Venice
Pickup the hoe in Venice
Pickup the hoe in Venice
Pickup the hoe in Venice
I Pickup the hoe in Venice
Wanna get outta the city
Wanna get outta the sky
I'm back in the air
Show to show
I'm back in the sky
I'm back in the sky
Back in the air
For sure, for sure
When that ship gone sail
She said her dad own a boat
They getting checks in the mail
I'm betting she rich
She claiming its hell
She never saw hell
She never saw hell before
She got a nigga that's jealous
He put a knife to her throat
He fresh outta jail...
Keeping it all to myself
If He bring that shit over here...
He got a meeting with death
I'm taking it up with the lord
Sometimes i just talk myself
I talk to myself
I've been hurt so long
I'm Blind to to help
Pickup the hoe in Venice
Pickup the hoe in Venice
Your lord is dead
Pickup the hoe in Venice
Your lord is dead
Pickup the hoe in Venice
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Writer(s): Deus Lonestar
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