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 must be cause I'm at the top and ain't no one on top of me
Niggas be wanting a verse for a verse, but man that's not a to me
Drowning in compliments, pool in the backyard that look Metropolis
I think I'm sellin' a first week, man I guess I'm an optimist
Born in Toronto but sometimes I feel like adopted us
What the fuck is you 'bout?
Saw this shit comin' I had binoculars

Boy, Versace, Versace, we stay at the when we in Miami
The pillows' Versace, the sheets are Versace, I 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
a label, the album is comin' September, just wait on it
This I'm eating your food and my table got so many plates on it

inch 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 this for my that trap out the bando
This for my niggas that up Fernando to move a piano
Fuck all your feelin's cause is business, its strictly financial
I'm the first one to get it, man that's how you lead by example

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace,
Word in New York is the and Heights girls are callin' me "Papi"
I'm all on the low, a famous girl out with me, no paparazzi
I'm trying Halle 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

2: Quavo]
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, Versace the top of my
My plug, he John Gotti, he me the dozen, I know that they're mighty

and shirt Versace, your bitch 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 been in the jungle
Try to my sack, better run with it, nigga don't fumble

Quavo]

[Verse 3:
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 like I work at Hibachi
Look at the watch, blow it, hot some Taki
Come in my room, my Versace
Go to sleep, I dream

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

Quavo]

[Verse 4:
King of Versace, my wifey
My car is Versace, I got stripes on my
I'm dressin' so they can't even copy
think I'm Egyptian, this gold on my body
Money my mission, two bitches, kissin'
My is pissing, my swag is exquisite
Young Offset no preacher but you listen
Them blue and white diamonds, they look like the

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

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