Luyện nghe bài hát Versace Remix

[Hook:
Versace
Versace
Versace
Versace
Versace
Versace
Versace
Versace

1: Game]
Nigga worth 25 and these on my happy they just call me Chachi
I had the bitches since I was in eighth grade rocking Gebroze
Cause now I got bitches from Compton to London wake up in my Bugatti in
Now it's Givency Givency Givency Givency Givency
These bitches I came with is booshy and all of my is raunchy
So I with Drake in LA cause a nigga can't get in Toronto
Rock leather so that my closet look like there's a zoo in my condo
Versace Versace Versace is all on my Chain
Medusa is all on my neck and I'm rocking snakes on a plane
Walking in Louie and Gucci and spending so that I'm going insane
My head be spending nananana and I never fuck with Molly's again
I'm up, tires balled like a motherfucker burnt up
On the day boy ride through the with my nigga
Kev Hart watch a nigga set fire on you
[Kevin Hart] (Ay Game get fire on bitches one time)
L.A.B-ass nigga, local ass
I'm in Europe, car go yuuur
girl go ..
I throw up the deuces and pull out my and
Put on my
MCM MCM MCM shit don't rhyme
These niggas be whack as a bitch but they get away it all of the time
Far is I am the king
Like I wanna to cup all of my jeans
You can ask Migos we with egos
When you in with all of my people

2: Drake]
Versace, Versace, Medusa on me like I'm 'luminati
is a gated 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
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 like
I I'm sellin' a million first week, man I guess I'm a optimist
Born in but sometimes I feel like Atlanta adopted us
What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Saw this comin' like I had binoculars
Boy, Versace, Versace, we at the mansion when we in Miami
The Versace, the sheets are Versace, I just won a Grammy
I've been so quiet, I got the like "What the fuck is he planning?"
Just make sure you got a back up plan cause that shit might come in handy
Started a label, the album is comin' September, 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 like "damn I look great on it"
I do not fuck with new shit, my nigga, don't ask for my take on it
Speakin' in lingo, man for my nigga that trap out the bando
This for my that call up Fernando to move a piano
Fuck all your feelin's cause is business, its strictly financial
I'm always the first one to get it, man that's how you lead by
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace,
to New York cause the Dyckman and Heights girls are callin' me "Papi"
I'm all on the low, a famous girl out where there's no paparazzi
I'm tryna give Berry a baby and no one can stop me

[Hook:
Versace, Versace, Versace,
Versace, Versace, Versace,
Versace, Versace, Versace Versace
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace

3: Quavo]
Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me I'm 'Luminati
I know that you like it, Versace, my neck and my is so sloppy
Versace, Versace, I love it, the top of my Audi
My plug, he John Gotti, he give me the ducks, I know that mighty
Shoes and shirt Versace, your bitch want in on my
She ask me why my silk, I told that bitch "Versace"
Cheetah on my sleeve, but I ain't ever been in the jungle
Try to my sack, better run with it, nigga don't fumble

[Hook:

[Verse 4:
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 copy
Cookin' this like I work at Hibachi
Look at the watch, it, hot like some Taki
Come in my room, my Versace
Go to sleep, I Versace
Medusa, Medusa,
These niggas wishin' they knew you
They the Truey, remixing the Louis
My blunts is fat as
In a striped shirt I'm Tony the Tiger
I'm the pot, call me Michael
Lot of you niggas copy
Look at my Versace, Versace

Quavo]

[Verse 5:
King of Versace, Medusa my
My car is Versace, I got stripes on my
I'm so nicely they can't even copy
You'd think I'm Egyptian, gold on my body
Money my mission, two bitches, they
My is pissing, my swag is exquisite
Offset no preacher but you niggas listen
Them blue and white diamonds, they like the Pistons
Codeine sippin, Versace I'm gripping bands in my pocket
You that I'm living
I'm draped up in gold, but no
Rockin' handcuffs, Ferragamo
by the boat, overload
I I'm the don, but no Rocco
This the life I chose
Bought out the store, can't go back no
Versace my clothes I'm selling them bows
Versace take it took out my soul

Quavo]