Luyện nghe bài hát Versace

Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm
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 for a verse, but man that's not a swap to me
Drowning in compliments, pool in the backyard that like Metropolis
I think I'm a million first week, man I guess I'm an optimist
Born in Toronto but sometimes I feel Atlanta adopted us
What the fuck is you 'bout?
Saw this shit comin' like I had

Boy, Versace, Versace, we stay at the mansion we in Miami
The pillows' Versace, the are Versace, I just won a Grammy
I've been so quiet, I got the world like "What the is he planning?"
make sure that you got a back up plan
Cause shit might come in handy
Started a label, the album is September, just wait on it
This I'm eating your food and my table got so many plates on it

Hundred inch TV at my house, I sit 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 niggas that call up Fernando to move a
all your feelin's cause business is business, its strictly financial
I'm always the first one to get it, man how you lead by example

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace,
in New York is the Dyckman and Heights girls are callin' me "Papi"
I'm all on the low, a famous girl out with me, no paparazzi
I'm trying give Halle a baby and no one can stop 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 I'm 'Luminati
I that 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 dozen, I know that they're mighty

Shoes and shirt Versace, bitch want in on my pockets
She ask me why my silk, I told that bitch "Versace"
print on my sleeve, but I ain't ever been in the jungle
Try to take my sack, better run with it, 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, it, hot like some Taki
Come in my room, my sheet
Go to sleep, I dream

Medusa, Medusa,
You niggas they wishin' knew yah
coppin' the Truey, remixing the Louie
My is fat as Rasputia
Feet and shirt like I'm Tony the Tiger
I'm beating the pot, me Michael
Lot of you that copy
at my closet Versace, Versace

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4: Offset]
King of Versace, Medusa my
My car is Versace, I got stripes on my
I'm so nicely they can't 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
Young Offset no preacher but you niggas
Them blue and white diamonds, they look the Pistons

Codeine sippin, Versace I'm gripping them bands in my
You know I'm living
I'm draped up in gold, but no
Rockin' handcuffs, Ferragamo
Bricks by the boat,
I think I'm the don, but no
This the that I chose,
Bought out the store, can't go back no
Versace my clothes while I'm them bows
Versace take it took out my soul

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