Luyện nghe bài hát Versace

Versace, Versace, Medusa on me like I'm 'Luminati
This is a gated community, please get the 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 not a swap to me
Drowning in compliments, pool in the backyard that look Metropolis
I think I'm sellin' a million first week, man I I'm an optimist
Born in Toronto but sometimes I feel like adopted us
What the fuck is you 'bout?
Saw shit comin' like I had binoculars

Boy, Versace, Versace, we at the mansion 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 that you got a back up plan
Cause that shit might come in
Started a label, the album is September, just wait on it
This year I'm eating food and my table got so many plates on it

Hundred TV at my house, I sit back like "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 for my nigga that trap out the bando
This for my niggas that call up to move a piano
Fuck all your 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 girls are callin' me "Papi"
I'm all on the low, take a famous out with me, no paparazzi
I'm trying give Berry a baby and no one can stop me

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

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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 it, Versace the top of my Audi
My plug, he John Gotti, he give me the dozen, I know they're mighty

Shoes and shirt Versace, your bitch want in on my
She ask me why my drawers silk, I told that "Versace"
Cheetah print on my sleeve, but I ain't ever in the jungle
Try to take my sack, better run with it, nigga fumble

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3: Takeoff]
You can do Truey, I do it
You the Honda, I copped the Mazi
You smoke the mid, I smoke
I set the trend, you copy
Cookin' this like I work at Hibachi
Look at the watch, blow it, hot like some
in my room, my sheet Versace
Go to sleep, I dream

Medusa, Medusa,
You niggas wishin' they knew yah
They coppin' the Truey, remixing the
My blunts is fat as
Feet and same shirt I'm Tony the Tiger
I'm beating the pot, me Michael
Lot of you niggas copy
Look at my Versace, Versace

Quavo]

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King of Versace, Medusa my
My car is Versace, I got stripes on my
I'm dressin' so they can't even copy
You'd think I'm Egyptian, this gold on my
Money my mission, two bitches, they
My diamonds is pissing, my is exquisite
Young Offset no preacher but you niggas
Them and white diamonds, they look like the Pistons

sippin, Versace I'm gripping them bands in my pocket
You know that I'm
I'm up in gold, but no Pharaoh
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, can't go back no
Versace my clothes I'm selling them bows
take over it took out my soul

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