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 cause I'm at the top and no one on top of me
Niggas be a verse for a verse, but man that's not a swap to me
Drowning in compliments, pool in the backyard look like Metropolis
I I'm sellin' a million first week, man I guess I'm an optimist
Born in Toronto but sometimes I feel like Atlanta us
What the fuck is you talkin'
Saw this 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
I've been so quiet, I got the like "What the fuck is he planning?"
Just make sure that you got a back up
Cause that might come in handy
Started a label, the album is September, just wait on it
This year I'm eating your food and my table got so plates on it

Hundred inch TV at my house, I sit back "damn I look great on it"
I do not with your new shit, my nigga, don't ask for my take on it
Speakin' in lingo, man this for my nigga that trap out the
This for my niggas that call up Fernando to a piano
Fuck all your feelin's 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 girls are callin' me "Papi"
I'm all on the low, take a famous out with me, no paparazzi
I'm trying give Halle Berry a 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, head on me like I'm 'Luminati
I know that you like it, Versace, my neck and my wrist is so
Versace, Versace, I it, Versace the top of my Audi
My plug, he John Gotti, he give me the dozen, I that they're mighty

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

Quavo]

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You can do Truey, I do it
You copped the Honda, I the Mazi
You smoke the mid, I exotic
I set the trend, you niggas
Cookin' this dope I work at Hibachi
Look at the watch, blow it, hot like Taki
Come in my room, my sheet
Go to sleep, I Versace

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

Quavo]

[Verse 4:
King of Versace, 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, this gold on my
Money my mission, two bitches, they
My diamonds is pissing, my is exquisite
Young Offset no but you niggas listen
blue and white diamonds, they look like the Pistons

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

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