Luyện nghe bài hát Versace

Versace, Versace, Medusa on me like I'm 'Luminati
This is a gated community, please get the fuck off the
Rap must be changing I'm at the top and ain't no one on top of me
be wanting a verse 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 sellin' a million first week, man I guess I'm an
Born in Toronto but I feel like Atlanta adopted us
What the fuck is you talkin'
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 just won a
I've been so quiet, I got the world "What the fuck is he planning?"
make sure that you got a back up plan
Cause that shit might in handy
Started a label, the album is comin' September, just on it
This I'm eating 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, don't ask for my on it
in lingo, man this for my nigga that trap out the bando
This for my niggas that up Fernando to move a piano
all your feelin's cause business is business, its strictly financial
I'm always the first one to get it, man that's how you 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, take a famous 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 it, Versace, my neck 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 they're mighty

Shoes and shirt Versace, bitch want in on my pockets
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 with it, nigga fumble

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

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

Quavo]

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King of Versace, my wifey
My car is Versace, I got stripes on my
I'm dressin' so nicely they even copy
You'd think I'm Egyptian, this on my body
Money my mission, two bitches, they
My diamonds is pissing, my is exquisite
Young Offset no preacher but you niggas
Them blue and white diamonds, they like the Pistons

Codeine sippin, Versace I'm gripping them in my pocket
You know that I'm
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,
Bought out the store, go back no more
Versace my clothes while I'm selling bows
take over it took out my soul

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