Luyện nghe bài hát Versace

Versace, Versace, head on me like I'm 'Luminati
This is a gated community, 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 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 Toronto but sometimes I like Atlanta adopted us
the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Saw this shit comin' like I had

Boy, Versace, Versace, we stay at the when we in Miami
The Versace, the sheets are Versace, I just won a Grammy
I've been so quiet, I got the world "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 comin' September, wait on it
year I'm eating your 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 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 up Fernando to move a piano
Fuck all your feelin's cause business is business, its strictly
I'm always the 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

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

2: Quavo]
Versace, Versace, Medusa on me like I'm 'Luminati
I know that you like it, Versace, my neck and my wrist is so
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 shirt Versace, your want in on my pockets
She ask me why my drawers silk, I told bitch "Versace"
print on my sleeve, but I ain't ever been in the jungle
Try to take my sack, better run 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 niggas
Cookin' this dope like I at Hibachi
Look at the watch, blow it, hot like some
Come in my room, my Versace
Go to sleep, I Versace

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

Quavo]

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

Codeine sippin, Versace I'm gripping them in my pocket
You that 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
the life that I chose,
Bought out the store, can't go no more
Versace my clothes while I'm selling them
Versace take it took out my soul

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