Luyện nghe bài hát Versace

Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm
This is a community, please get the fuck off the property
Rap be changing cause I'm at the top and ain't no one on top of me
Niggas be wanting a for a verse, but man that's not a swap to me
Drowning in compliments, in the backyard that look like Metropolis
I think I'm a million first week, man I guess I'm an optimist
Born in Toronto but sometimes I like Atlanta adopted us
What the is you talkin' 'bout?
Saw shit comin' like I had binoculars

Boy, Versace, Versace, we stay at the mansion we in Miami
The pillows' Versace, the sheets are Versace, I just won a
been so quiet, I got the world like "What the fuck is he planning?"
Just make sure that you got a back up
Cause that shit might come in
Started a label, the album is September, just wait on it
This year I'm eating your food and my got so many plates on it

Hundred TV at my house, I sit back like "damn I look great on it"
I do not with your new shit, my nigga, don't ask for my take on it
Speakin' in lingo, man for my nigga that trap out the bando
This for my niggas that call up Fernando to move a
Fuck all your feelin's cause business is business, its strictly
I'm always the first one to get it, man how you lead by example

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace,
Word in New York is the Dyckman and girls are callin' me "Papi"
I'm all on the low, take a famous out with me, no paparazzi
I'm trying give Halle Berry a baby and no one can me

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Versace, Versace, Versace,
Versace, Versace, Versace,
Versace, Versace, Versace Versace
Versace, Versace, Versace Versace

2: Quavo]
Versace, Versace, Medusa on me like I'm 'Luminati
I know that you like it, Versace, my neck and my wrist is so
Versace, Versace, I love it, the top of my Audi
My plug, he John Gotti, he give me the dozen, I know that they're

Shoes and shirt Versace, your bitch want in on my
She ask me why my drawers silk, I told bitch "Versace"
Cheetah print on my sleeve, but I ever been in the jungle
Try to take my sack, better run with it, don't fumble

Quavo]

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You can do Truey, I do it
You copped the Honda, I the Mazi
You the mid, I smoke exotic
I set the trend, you copy
Cookin' this like I work at Hibachi
at the watch, blow it, hot like some Taki
Come in my room, my sheet
Go to sleep, I Versace

Medusa, Medusa,
You niggas wishin' they knew yah
coppin' the Truey, remixing the Louie
My blunts is fat as
Feet and same like I'm Tony the Tiger
I'm the pot, call me Michael
Lot of you niggas copy
Look at my Versace, Versace

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King of Versace, my wifey
My car is Versace, I got on my Mazi
I'm dressin' so nicely can't even copy
You'd think I'm Egyptian, this gold on my
Money my mission, two bitches, they
My diamonds is pissing, my swag is
Young Offset no preacher but you niggas
Them blue and white diamonds, look like the Pistons

Codeine sippin, Versace I'm them bands in my pocket
You know that I'm
I'm draped up in gold, but no
handcuffs, that's Ferragamo
Bricks by the boat,
I I'm the don, but no Rocco
This the that I chose,
Bought out the store, can't go no more
Versace my clothes while I'm selling bows
Versace take over it took out my

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