Luyện nghe bài hát Versace

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

Boy, Versace, Versace, we stay at the when we in Miami
The pillows' Versace, the sheets are Versace, I just won a
I've been so quiet, I got the world like "What the is he planning?"
Just make sure that you got a back up
Cause that shit might come in
Started a label, the album is September, just 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 like "damn I look 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 call up Fernando to move a
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 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 Halle Berry a baby and no one can me

Quavo]
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, the top of my Audi
My plug, he John Gotti, he give me the dozen, I know they're mighty

Shoes and shirt Versace, your bitch want in on my
She ask me why my drawers silk, I told that "Versace"
Cheetah print on my sleeve, but I ever been 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 the Honda, I copped the Mazi
You the mid, I smoke exotic
I set the trend, you copy
Cookin' this dope like I at Hibachi
at the watch, blow it, hot like some Taki
Come in my room, my 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 shirt like I'm Tony the Tiger
I'm beating the pot, me Michael
Lot of you niggas that
Look at my closet Versace,

Quavo]

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

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

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