Luyện nghe bài hát Versace

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

Boy, Versace, Versace, we at the mansion when we in Miami
The pillows' Versace, the are Versace, I just won a Grammy
I've been so quiet, I got the world "What the fuck is he planning?"
Just make that you got a back up plan
Cause that might come in handy
Started a label, the is comin' September, just wait on it
This year I'm eating your food and my table got so plates on it

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

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

Quavo]
Versace, Versace, Versace,
Versace, Versace, Versace,
Versace, Versace, Versace Versace
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace

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Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me 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 Gotti, he give me the dozen, I know that they're mighty

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

Quavo]

[Verse 3:
You can do Truey, I do it
You copped the Honda, I the Mazi
You smoke the mid, I smoke
I set the trend, you copy
this dope like I work at Hibachi
Look at the watch, it, hot like some Taki
in my room, my sheet Versace
Go to sleep, I Versace

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

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4: Offset]
King of Versace, Medusa my
My car is Versace, I got stripes on my
I'm dressin' so they 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 no preacher but you niggas listen
Them blue and white diamonds, they look like the

Codeine sippin, Versace I'm gripping bands in my pocket
You that I'm living
I'm draped up in gold, but no
Rockin' handcuffs, Ferragamo
by the boat, overload
I think I'm the don, but no
This the life I chose,
out the store, can't go back no more
Versace my while I'm selling them bows
take over it took out my soul

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