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 for a verse, but man that's not a swap to me
Drowning in compliments, pool in the backyard look like Metropolis
I think I'm a million first week, man I guess I'm an optimist
Born in but sometimes I feel like Atlanta adopted us
What the fuck is you 'bout?
Saw this comin' like I had binoculars

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

inch 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
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 business is business, its strictly financial
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 give Halle Berry a and no one can stop me

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

[Verse 2:
Versace, Versace, head 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 that mighty

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

[Hook:

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 I work at Hibachi
at the watch, blow it, hot like some Taki
Come in my room, my Versace
Go to sleep, I dream

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

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4: Offset]
King of Versace, Medusa my
My car is Versace, I got stripes on my
I'm dressin' so nicely 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
Young Offset no preacher but you niggas
Them blue and diamonds, they look like the Pistons

Codeine sippin, Versace I'm gripping them bands in my
You know that I'm
I'm draped up in gold, but no
handcuffs, that's Ferragamo
Bricks by the boat,
I think I'm the don, but no
This the that I chose,
Bought out the store, can't go back no
Versace my while I'm selling them bows
Versace take over it out my soul

Quavo]