Luyện nghe bài hát Versace Remix

[Hook:
Versace
Versace
Versace
Versace
Versace
Versace
Versace
Versace

[Verse 1:
Nigga 25 million and these on my happy they just call me Chachi
I had the bitches since I was in grade 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 I came with is booshy and all of my niggas is raunchy
So I fuck with Drake in LA cause a nigga can't get in
Rock leather so much that my closet like there's a zoo in my condo
Versace Versace Versace is all on my Chain
Medusa is all on my and I'm rocking these snakes on a plane
Walking in Louie and Gucci and so much that I'm going insane
My head be spending like and I never fuck with Molly's again
I'm turnt up, tires balled like a burnt up
On the day boy ride the hood with my nigga
Kev Hart a nigga set fire on you bitches
[Kevin Hart] (Ay get fire on these bitches one time)
L.A.B-ass nigga, local ass
I'm balling in Europe, car go
girl go ..
I throw up the deuces and pull out my and
Put on my
MCM MCM MCM shit don't rhyme
These be whack as a bitch but they get away with it all of the time
Far is I am the king
I wanna Biggie to cup all of my jeans
You can ask we balling with egos
you in Versace with all of my people

[Verse 2:
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
be wanting a verse for a verse, but man that's not a swap to me
Drowning in compliments, pool in the backyard that like Metropolis
I I'm sellin' a million first week, man I guess I'm a optimist
in Toronto but sometimes I feel like Atlanta adopted us
What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Saw this shit like I had binoculars
Boy, Versace, Versace, we stay at the mansion we in Miami
The pillows' Versace, the are Versace, I just 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 might come in handy
a label, the album is comin' September, just wait on it
This year I'm eating your and my table got so many 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 call up Fernando to move a piano
Fuck all your cause business is business, its strictly financial
I'm always the first one to get it, man that's how you by example
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace,
Word to New York cause the Dyckman and Heights girls are me "Papi"
I'm all on the low, take a girl out where there's 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

3: Quavo]
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 it, Versace the top of my Audi
My plug, he John Gotti, he me the ducks, 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 bitch "Versace"
Cheetah print on my sleeve, but I ain't ever been in the
Try to take my sack, better run it, nigga don't fumble

Quavo]

[Verse 4:
You can do Truey, I do it
You copped the Honda, I 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 sheet
Go to sleep, I Versace
Medusa, Medusa,
These niggas wishin' they knew you
coppin' the Truey, remixing the Louis
My is fat as Rasputia
In a striped shirt like I'm Tony the
I'm beating the pot, call me
Lot of you niggas copy
Look at my closet Versace,

Quavo]

[Verse 5:
of Versace, Medusa 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
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 that I'm
I'm up in gold, but no Pharaoh
Rockin' handcuffs, Ferragamo
Bricks by the boat,
I think I'm the don, but no
This the life that I
Bought out the store, can't go back no
Versace my clothes I'm selling them bows
take over it took out my soul

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