Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Venice Beach, artist - ElcaminoDate of issue: 14.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Venice Beach |
| Ay yo first thing, It’s about respect |
| Then it’s about the money nigga |
| We deal with principles over here |
| We the black sopranos nigga, Griselda |
| The butcher comin nigga! |
| I feel like OJ ridin in a bronco |
| Two dead bodies in the closet of the condo |
| Griselda Blanco, rest in peace Jimmy Wopo |
| This the return of Benny Blanco |
| Spaceship, can’t tell if I hit any potholes |
| It’s not enough soldiers, too many Coppo’s |
| I think it’s not enough riches, too many Alpo’s |
| Until I’m worth 9 figures like Gwyneth Paltrow |
| I’m callin hits with my mouth closed |
| The trap got a house code, all white bricks call it the South Pole |
| Rolex watches me and city both got em |
| I caught real cases but I never spoke about em |
| I had to sell bad dope, I had to cook garbage |
| But I still ate you gotta pay the butch homage |
| Feds came (huh) I stood silent |
| I’m a G she wanna fuck me once then write a book about it |
| I walked in Versace but ain’t buyin shit |
| We only exchange paper if she buy a brick |
| That’s your hoe? |
| I buy your bitch |
| Dropped her off with a quarter, a flat screen, and a fire stick |
| My shit bring hustlers out retirement |
| They hear me rhymin and somehow start to miss the environment |
| Black sopranos, you hear the violin? |
| GXFR nigga and we riding til the tires bent |
| I valeted the |
| Im the one with all the drip, see if you can spot me |
| This for all my niggas cooking up, gracefully |
| I can’t escape the streets with no religion Dukes house was a bakery |
| I wrote the scriptures, when you listen ain’t no forsaking me |
| We push in Benz', this ain’t no make believe |
| I cross you out the mob if you take the plea |
| The first time I sweared I ended up brazening |
| My plug racist, always come through with my asian bitch |
| I keep him close but I know I’mma end up blazing him |
| I play Davis, I swear you used to get the H from him |
| I take vacations, fuck y’all bitches and go on dates wit them and paint they |
| faces |
| We at Popping we popping nations |
| Balenciaga’s, these designers you rocking Macy’s |
| My wrist look retarded from waitin patient, we made it |