Luyện nghe bài hát Versace

Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm
This is a gated community, please get the fuck off the
Rap be changing cause 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 like Metropolis
I think I'm sellin' a first week, man I guess I'm an optimist
Born in Toronto but sometimes I feel like adopted us
What the is you talkin' 'bout?
Saw this shit comin' like I had

Boy, Versace, Versace, we stay at the when we in Miami
The pillows' Versace, the are Versace, I just won a Grammy
I've been so quiet, I got the world like "What the is he planning?"
Just make sure that you got a up plan
that shit might come in handy
Started a label, the is comin' September, just wait on it
This year I'm eating 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 your 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 niggas call up Fernando to move a piano
Fuck all your cause business is business, its strictly financial
I'm the first one to get it, man that's how you lead by example

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace,
Word in New York is the Dyckman and Heights girls are me "Papi"
I'm all on the low, take a famous girl out 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

[Verse 2:
Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm
I know that you like it, Versace, my neck and my wrist is so
Versace, Versace, I love it, Versace the top of my
My plug, he John Gotti, he give me the dozen, I know they're mighty

Shoes and shirt Versace, your bitch in on my pockets
She ask me why my drawers silk, I that bitch "Versace"
Cheetah print on my sleeve, but I ain't been in the jungle
Try to take my sack, better run with it, 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 smoke
I set the trend, you niggas
Cookin' this like I work at Hibachi
Look at the watch, blow it, hot some Taki
Come in my room, my Versace
Go to sleep, I dream

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

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[Verse 4:
King of Versace, Medusa my
My car is Versace, I got on my Mazi
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 white diamonds, they look like the

Codeine sippin, Versace I'm gripping them bands in my
You know I'm living
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 life I chose,
Bought out the store, go back no more
Versace my clothes while I'm selling them
Versace take it took out my soul

Quavo]