Luyện nghe bài hát Versace

Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm
is a gated community, please get the fuck off the property
Rap must be changing I'm at the top and ain't no one on top of me
Niggas be wanting a verse for a verse, but man not a swap to me
Drowning in compliments, pool in the backyard 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 this shit comin' I had binoculars

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

Hundred inch TV at my house, I sit like "damn I look great on it"
I do not fuck with new shit, my nigga, don't ask for my take on it
Speakin' in lingo, man this for my nigga trap out the bando
This for my niggas that call up to move a piano
Fuck all your feelin's cause business is business, its 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 is the Dyckman and Heights 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

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

2: Quavo]
Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm
I know that you like it, Versace, my 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 mighty

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 with it, nigga fumble

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You can do Truey, I do it
You copped the Honda, I the Mazi
You smoke the mid, I exotic
I set the trend, you niggas
Cookin' this dope like I 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 they wishin' they yah
They coppin' the Truey, remixing the
My blunts is fat as
Feet and same like I'm Tony the Tiger
I'm beating the pot, call me
Lot of you that copy
Look at my closet Versace,

Quavo]

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

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

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