Luyện nghe bài hát Versace

Versace, Versace, head on me like I'm 'Luminati
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 a verse for a verse, but man that's 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 guess I'm an
Born in but sometimes I feel like Atlanta adopted us
What the fuck is you talkin'
Saw this shit comin' like I had

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

Hundred inch TV at my house, I sit back like "damn I 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 trap out the bando
This for my niggas call up Fernando to move a piano
Fuck all your feelin's 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 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 Halle Berry a baby and no one can 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 on me like I'm 'Luminati
I know that you like it, Versace, my 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 that they're

Shoes and shirt Versace, your bitch in on my pockets
She ask me why my drawers silk, I told bitch "Versace"
Cheetah print on my sleeve, but I ain't ever in the jungle
Try to take my sack, better run with it, don't 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 exotic
I set the trend, you copy
Cookin' dope like I work at Hibachi
at the watch, blow it, hot like some Taki
Come in my room, my Versace
Go to sleep, I dream

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

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King of Versace, my wifey
My car is Versace, I got stripes on my
I'm dressin' so nicely 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 no preacher but you niggas listen
Them blue and white diamonds, they look like the

Codeine sippin, I'm gripping them bands in my pocket
You know I'm living
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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