Luyện nghe bài hát Versace

Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm
This is a gated community, please get the fuck off the
Rap must be 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, 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 'bout?
Saw this shit comin' I had binoculars

Boy, Versace, Versace, we stay at the mansion when we in
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?"
Just make sure you got a back up plan
that shit might come in handy
Started a label, the album is September, just wait on it
This year I'm your food and my table got so many 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 trap out the
This for my niggas that call up to move a piano
Fuck all your feelin's business 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 is the Dyckman and Heights girls are callin' me "Papi"
I'm all on the low, take a famous girl out with me, no
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 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 shirt Versace, your bitch in on my pockets
She ask me why my drawers silk, I that bitch "Versace"
Cheetah print on my sleeve, but I ain't ever in the jungle
Try to take my sack, better run it, nigga don't fumble

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3: Takeoff]
You can do Truey, I do it
You copped the Honda, I copped the
You smoke the mid, I smoke
I set the trend, you niggas
Cookin' this like I work at Hibachi
Look at the watch, blow it, hot like some
in my room, my sheet Versace
Go to sleep, I Versace

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

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

Codeine sippin, Versace I'm them bands in my pocket
You that I'm living
I'm draped up in gold, but no
handcuffs, that's Ferragamo
Bricks by the boat,
I think I'm the don, but no
This the that I chose,
Bought out the store, go back no more
Versace my clothes while I'm selling bows
Versace take it took out my soul

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