Luyện nghe bài hát Versace

Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me I'm 'Luminati
is a gated community, please get the fuck off the property
Rap be changing cause I'm at the top and ain't no one on top of me
Niggas be wanting a verse for a verse, but man that's not a to me
Drowning in compliments, pool in the backyard that like Metropolis
I think I'm sellin' a million first week, man I guess I'm an
Born in Toronto but sometimes I like Atlanta adopted us
What the fuck is you talkin'
Saw this shit like I had binoculars

Boy, Versace, Versace, we at the mansion when we in Miami
The pillows' Versace, the sheets are Versace, I just won a
I've 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
Started a label, the album is comin' September, wait on it
This year I'm your food and my table got so many plates on it

Hundred inch TV at my house, I sit back like "damn I great on it"
I do not fuck 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
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 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 are callin' me "Papi"
I'm all on the low, take a famous girl out me, no paparazzi
I'm give 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

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

Shoes and shirt Versace, your want in on my pockets
She ask me why my silk, I told that bitch "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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You can do Truey, I do it
You copped the Honda, I the Mazi
You smoke the mid, I smoke
I set the trend, you copy
Cookin' dope like I work at Hibachi
Look at the watch, blow it, hot like some
Come in my room, my sheet
Go to sleep, I Versace

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

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4: Offset]
King of Versace, my wifey
My car is Versace, I got stripes on my
I'm dressin' so nicely can't even copy
You'd think I'm Egyptian, this gold on my
Money my mission, two bitches, they
My is pissing, my swag is exquisite
Young no preacher but you niggas listen
Them blue and white diamonds, they 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, go back no more
Versace my clothes while I'm selling them
Versace over it took out my soul

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