Luyện nghe bài hát Versace

Versace, Versace, head on me like I'm 'Luminati
This is a gated community, get the fuck off the property
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 first week, man I guess I'm an optimist
Born in Toronto but sometimes I feel like Atlanta us
the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Saw shit comin' like I had binoculars

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

inch TV at my house, I sit back 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 this for my that trap out the bando
for my niggas 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 lead by

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 girl out with me, no
I'm trying give Berry 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

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Versace, Versace, Medusa on me like I'm 'Luminati
I know that you like it, Versace, my neck and my is so sloppy
Versace, Versace, I love it, Versace the top of my
My plug, he John Gotti, he me the dozen, I know that they're mighty

Shoes and shirt Versace, your bitch want in on my
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, run with it, nigga don't fumble

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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 niggas
Cookin' this dope like I work at
Look at the watch, blow it, hot some Taki
Come in my room, my Versace
Go to sleep, I Versace

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

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King of Versace, Medusa my
My car is Versace, I got on my Mazi
I'm dressin' so nicely they can't even
You'd think I'm Egyptian, gold on my body
my mission, two bitches, they kissin'
My is pissing, my swag is exquisite
Young Offset no but you niggas listen
Them blue and white diamonds, look like the Pistons

Codeine sippin, I'm gripping them bands in my pocket
You that I'm living
I'm up in gold, but no Pharaoh
Rockin' handcuffs, that's
Bricks by the boat,
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 them
Versace take over it out my soul

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