Luyện nghe bài hát Versace Remix

[Hook:
Versace
Versace
Versace
Versace
Versace
Versace
Versace
Versace

[Verse 1:
Nigga worth 25 million and these on my happy they call me Chachi
I had the bitches since I was in eighth rocking Gebroze Herachis
Cause now I got bitches from Compton to London wake up in my in Abudabe
Now it's Givency Givency Givency Givency Givency
These bitches I came with is booshy and all of my is raunchy
So I fuck with Drake in LA cause a nigga can't get in
Rock leather so much that my closet look there's a zoo in my condo
Versace Versace Versace is all on my Chain
Medusa is all on my neck and I'm these snakes on a plane
in Louie and Gucci and spending so much that I'm going insane
My head be spending like nananana and I never fuck with again
I'm up, tires balled like a motherfucker burnt up
On the day boy ride through the with my nigga
Kev Hart a nigga set fire on you bitches
[Kevin Hart] (Ay Game get on these bitches one time)
L.A.B-ass nigga, ass bitch
I'm in Europe, car go yuuur
girl go ..
I throw up the deuces and out my dick and
Put on my
MCM MCM MCM that shit rhyme
These niggas be as a bitch but they get away with it all of the time
Far is Versace I am the
Like I wanna Biggie to cup all of my
You can ask Migos we balling with
When you in with all of my people

[Verse 2:
Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm
This is a community, please get the fuck off the property
Rap must be 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
in compliments, pool in the backyard that look like Metropolis
I think I'm sellin' a million first week, man I guess I'm a
Born in Toronto but sometimes I feel like Atlanta us
the fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Saw this shit comin' like I had binoculars
Boy, Versace, Versace, we stay at the when we in Miami
The pillows' Versace, the sheets are Versace, I won a Grammy
I've so quiet, I got the world like "What the fuck is he planning?"
Just make sure that you got a back up plan cause that shit might come in
Started a label, the is comin' September, just wait on it
This year I'm your food and my table got so many plates on it
inch TV at my house, I sit back like "damn I look great on it"
I do not fuck with your new shit, my nigga, don't ask for my on it
Speakin' in lingo, man for my nigga that trap out the bando
This for my niggas that call up Fernando to move a
Fuck all your feelin's cause business is business, its strictly
I'm always the first one to get it, man that's how you lead by
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace,
Word to New York cause the Dyckman and Heights girls are me "Papi"
I'm all on the low, a famous girl out where there's no paparazzi
I'm tryna give Halle Berry a baby and no one can me

Quavo]
Versace, Versace, Versace,
Versace, Versace, Versace,
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace

3: Quavo]
Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm
I that 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 ducks, I that they're mighty
Shoes and shirt Versace, your bitch want in on my
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, better run with it, nigga don't

Quavo]

[Verse 4:
You can do Truey, I do it
You the Honda, I copped the Mazi
You smoke the mid, I exotic
I set the trend, you niggas
this dope like I work at Hibachi
Look at the watch, it, hot like some Taki
Come in my room, my sheet
Go to sleep, I dream
Medusa, Medusa,
These niggas they they knew you
They coppin' the Truey, remixing the
My blunts is fat as
In a shirt like I'm Tony the Tiger
I'm beating the pot, call me
Lot of you niggas that
Look at my closet Versace,

Quavo]

[Verse 5:
King of Versace, Medusa my
My car is Versace, I got on my Mazi
I'm dressin' so nicely they can't copy
You'd I'm Egyptian, this gold on my body
Money my mission, two bitches, they
My diamonds is pissing, my swag is
Offset no preacher but you niggas listen
Them blue and white diamonds, 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
handcuffs, that's Ferragamo
Bricks by the boat,
I I'm the don, but no Rocco
This the life that I
Bought out the store, go back no more
Versace my clothes I'm selling them bows
Versace over it took out my soul

Quavo]