Lyrics:
and my honey got the French tips
Lighten up this Christmas tree
Baby, come and get with me
Take a trip to Tiffany
Late night, you be missing me
All
Bentley made by Bentley Motors
Bentley Mulsanne I leased it, it's not rented
Red dot for your head, green dot for my niggas in the penitentiary
Looking real
niggas medicine
That's why the world only
Respect rich Veterans
And I'v never been excited by Fashion Week
I've laugh at that trash
Most of Fashion Week
world
And she don't sit 'round herself by
Non of you fake girls
I know a bitch walk around
With the strap on her if you make her mad
She pull up and just
the old fashioned flowers, violets are for me
Have them made in diamonds by the man at Tiffany
I want an old fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence
possessed eyes
Sine Cerere et Libero friget Venus
Sine Cerere et Libero friget Venus
My knife will destroy the concept
Of power and fooly liars
Payment that
and crystals around my ankles as jewelry
You are like the sun, with an orbit of planets of girls around you
The Earth Venus mars
All catch a glimpse of you,
Venus, Jupiter
Somewhere along the solar system
I don’t care
Composed by Sian & Jessie Fung
Arranged by Jessie Fung, Kendy Suen
Produced by Kendy Suen
never get that time back
Smoking on that sour Venus fly tap
We been burnin
Way before they legalized that
Your girl sent me a snap I don't reply back
Venus, talking all night
Till it's light
Watching every stride
I
I thought that I could fly
But when the air is punctuated by a pregnant pause
You
look empty
I turn your bitch to a nymph
She serve the whole team, call her Venus no William
Shit
Head while I drive got me swerve
Fuck on her friend,
I'm good like G double O-D
OG kush by the motherfuckin' oz
Hoes wanna roll with a young nigga so street
You ain't fuckin' Tory 'less you
Tryna hit
step
See'mon
My car is by Ferrari
And my body's Jack La Lanne
My clothes are by Armani
And my hair is by Elaine
Tiffany and Cartier are
Telling
the morning came
And I, I, I, I said I
'Cause I know by the way I feel
She's got to be real (fa la la la)
Imagine the Mona Lisa mixed with a
Girl from
blowin' steam, I throw a tantrum
Judging by my face, my eyes slit like a python
I think she might hate me for a lifetime, ayy, ayy
Daddy crack and red,
Biting on a pen, thin glasses on
French type frames by Yves Saint Laurent
Say hey pretty mama, do you fit the bill
Do you got what it take for you
How would you feel if I left
I was all by myself
Stuck with no help
How can you leave
What about me
How would you feel if I left
I was all by myself
got metaphysical lyrics that are glistenin'
And the people who know what's up, are locked up, shut up and shot up
They tried to keep us down, but by
it was time speed when I strobed by
And I'm in range cause I'm in a Rover
Crushing get you over ain't know I had to push you
But I move you like
to panic, I just need to find a mechanic
I must've got hit by an asteroid, please tell me you can come handle it
Is she from Venus, I think she from Venus
All
Fighitng evil by moonlight
Winning love by daylight
Never running from a real fight
She is the one named Sailot Moon.
She will never turn her back
to outerspace again
And maybe I can join them
In 1963, space travel was a pipedream
Thought up by geeky people with their telescopes
Sightseeing
Counting each
lovers
It's the tale of Venus
And Aphrodite
I'm known to lose my thoughts
But my memory is tidy
It's a story that I love
And a story I know well
Listen
combination 3,2,1, (which only I know)
And I've just seen by mentor Dr No
California sun is on the radio let's go
I just want to reach the radio star
I
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