Luyện nghe bài hát Versace

Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me I'm 'Luminati
This is a gated community, please get the fuck off the
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 that's not a to me
Drowning in compliments, pool in the backyard that look Metropolis
I I'm sellin' a million first week, man I guess I'm an optimist
Born in Toronto but sometimes I like Atlanta adopted us
What the fuck is you talkin'
Saw this shit comin' like I had

Boy, Versace, Versace, we stay at the mansion when we in
The pillows' Versace, the sheets are Versace, I won a Grammy
I've so quiet, I got the world like "What the fuck is he planning?"
Just sure that you got a back up plan
Cause that shit might in handy
Started a label, the album is comin' September, wait on it
This year I'm eating your food and my got so many plates on it

Hundred inch TV at my house, I sit back like "damn I look on it"
I do not fuck with your new shit, my nigga, don't ask for my on it
Speakin' in lingo, man this for my nigga that trap out the
This for my that call up Fernando to move a piano
Fuck all 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 Dyckman and Heights are callin' me "Papi"
I'm all on the low, a famous girl out with me, no paparazzi
I'm trying give Halle 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

2: Quavo]
Versace, Versace, Medusa on me like I'm 'Luminati
I that you like 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 me the dozen, I know that they're mighty

and shirt Versace, your bitch want in on my pockets
She ask me why my drawers silk, I told bitch "Versace"
Cheetah print on my sleeve, but I ever been in the jungle
Try to take my sack, run with it, nigga don't fumble

Quavo]

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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, blow it, hot some 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 Versace, Versace

Quavo]

[Verse 4:
of Versace, Medusa my wifey
My car is Versace, I got stripes on my
I'm dressin' so they can't even copy
You'd think I'm Egyptian, 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 diamonds, they look like the Pistons

Codeine sippin, Versace I'm them bands in my pocket
You know I'm living
I'm draped up in gold, but no
handcuffs, that's Ferragamo
Bricks by the boat,
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 while I'm them bows
take over it took out my soul

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