Luyện nghe bài hát Versace

Versace, Versace, Medusa on me like I'm 'Luminati
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 an
Born in Toronto but sometimes I feel like Atlanta us
What the fuck is you 'bout?
Saw this shit 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
Cause that might come in handy
Started a label, the album is comin' September, 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 fuck with your new shit, my nigga, ask for my take on it
in lingo, man this 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 is business, its strictly financial
I'm always the first one to get it, man that's how you lead by

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

Shoes and shirt Versace, bitch want in on my pockets
She ask me why my drawers silk, I told bitch "Versace"
print 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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3: Takeoff]
You can do Truey, I do it
You copped the Honda, I 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, blow it, hot like some
in my room, my sheet Versace
Go to sleep, I Versace

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

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

Codeine sippin, 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, go back no more
my clothes while I'm selling them bows
Versace take over it took out my

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