Luyện nghe bài hát Versace

Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm
This is a gated community, get the fuck off the property
Rap must be 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 look Metropolis
I I'm sellin' a million first week, man I guess I'm an optimist
Born in Toronto but sometimes I feel like adopted us
the fuck 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 sheets are Versace, I just won a
I've been so quiet, I got the like "What the fuck is he planning?"
Just make that you got a back up plan
Cause shit 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 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 out the bando
This for my niggas that call up Fernando to a piano
Fuck all your feelin's cause 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, take a famous out with me, no paparazzi
I'm trying give Halle Berry a baby and no one can 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 head on me like I'm
I know you like it, Versace, my neck and my wrist is so sloppy
Versace, Versace, I love it, 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 ain't been in the jungle
Try to take my sack, run with it, nigga don't fumble

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

Medusa, Medusa,
You niggas they wishin' 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, me Michael
Lot of you niggas copy
Look at my closet Versace,

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King of Versace, my wifey
My car is Versace, I got on my Mazi
I'm dressin' so nicely they even copy
You'd think I'm Egyptian, this gold on my
my mission, two bitches, they kissin'
My diamonds is pissing, my swag is
Offset 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 up in gold, but no Pharaoh
handcuffs, that's Ferragamo
by the boat, overload
I I'm the don, but no Rocco
the life that I chose,
Bought out the store, can't go back no
my clothes while I'm selling them bows
Versace take it took out my soul

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