Luyện nghe bài hát Versace

Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me I'm 'Luminati
This is a gated community, please get the off the property
Rap must be changing 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, in the backyard that look like Metropolis
I think I'm a million first week, man I guess I'm an optimist
Born in but sometimes I feel like Atlanta adopted us
the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Saw shit comin' like I had binoculars

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

Hundred inch TV at my house, I sit back "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 for my nigga that trap out the bando
for my niggas that call up Fernando to move a piano
Fuck all your feelin's business is business, its strictly financial
I'm always the first one to get it, man that's how you 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 Berry a baby and no one can stop me

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

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

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

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

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

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4: Offset]
King of Versace, Medusa my
My car is Versace, I got stripes on my
I'm so nicely they can't even copy
think I'm Egyptian, this gold on my body
Money my mission, two bitches, they
My diamonds is pissing, my swag is
Offset no preacher but you niggas listen
Them blue and white diamonds, look like the Pistons

Codeine sippin, Versace I'm gripping bands in my pocket
You that I'm living
I'm up in gold, but no Pharaoh
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
my clothes while I'm selling them bows
Versace take over it took out my

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