Luyện nghe bài hát Versace Remix

[Hook:
Versace
Versace
Versace
Versace
Versace
Versace
Versace
Versace

[Verse 1:
Nigga worth 25 and these on my happy they just call me Chachi
I had the bitches since I was in eighth grade rocking Gebroze
Cause now I got bitches from to London wake up in my Bugatti in Abudabe
Now it's Givency Givency Givency Givency Givency
bitches I came with is booshy and all of my niggas is raunchy
So I fuck Drake in LA cause a nigga can't get in Toronto
leather so much that my closet look like there's a zoo in my condo
Versace Versace Versace Versace is all on my
Medusa is all on my neck and I'm rocking snakes on a plane
Walking in Louie and Gucci and so much that I'm going insane
My head be spending like nananana and I fuck with Molly's again
I'm turnt up, tires balled like a motherfucker up
On the day boy through the hood with my nigga
Kev watch a nigga set fire on you bitches
Hart] (Ay Game get fire on these bitches one time)
L.A.B-ass nigga, local ass
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 don't rhyme
These niggas be whack as a bitch but get away with it all of the time
Far is Versace I am the
I wanna Biggie to cup all of my jeans
You can ask Migos we with egos
you in Versace with all of my people

[Verse 2:
Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm
This is a gated community, please get the 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 like
I think I'm a million first week, man I guess I'm a optimist
Born in Toronto but sometimes I feel like Atlanta us
What the is you talkin' 'bout? Saw this shit 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 so quiet, I got the world like "What the fuck is he planning?"
Just make sure that you got a up plan cause that shit 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 many on it
Hundred 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 this for my nigga that out the bando
This for my that call up Fernando to move a piano
Fuck all your feelin's cause business is business, its 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 girls are callin' me "Papi"
I'm all on the low, take a famous girl out there's no paparazzi
I'm tryna give Halle a baby and no one can stop me

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

[Verse 3:
Versace, Versace, Medusa on me like I'm 'Luminati
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 want in on my pockets
She ask me why my drawers silk, I told that "Versace"
Cheetah on my sleeve, but I ain't ever been in the jungle
Try to my sack, better run with it, nigga don't fumble

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

Quavo]

[Verse 5:
King of Versace, my wifey
My car is Versace, I got stripes on my
I'm so nicely they can't even copy
You'd I'm Egyptian, this gold on my body
Money my mission, two bitches, they
My is pissing, my swag is exquisite
Young Offset no preacher but you niggas
Them blue and white diamonds, they like the Pistons
Codeine sippin, Versace I'm gripping bands in my pocket
You that I'm living
I'm draped up in gold, but no
Rockin' handcuffs, that's
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 over it took out my

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