paroles de chanson Versos Picantes 2 - El Batallon
"Versace
(Remix)"
(Feat.
Drake,
Meek
Mill
& Tyga)
Versace,
Versace,
Medusa
head
on
me
like
I'm
'Luminati
This
is
a
gated
community,
please
get
the
fuck
off
the
property
Rap
must
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
that's
not
a
swap
to
me
Drowning
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
optimist
Born
in
Toronto
but
sometimes
I
feel
like
Atlanta
adopted
us
What
the
fuck
is
you
talkin'
'bout?
Saw
this
shit
comin'
like
I
had
binoculars
Boy,
Versace,
Versace,
we
stay
at
the
mansion
when
we
in
Miami
The
pillows'
Versace,
the
sheets
are
Versace,
I
just
won
a
Grammy
I've
been
so
quiet,
I
got
the
world
like
"What
the
fuck
is
he
planning?"
Just
make
sure
that
you
got
a
back
up
plan
cause
that
shit
might
come
in
handy
Started
a
label,
the
album
is
comin'
September,
just
wait
on
it
This
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
look
great
on
it"
I
do
not
fuck
with
your
new
shit,
my
nigga,
don't
ask
for
my
take
on
it
Speakin'
in
lingo,
man
this
for
my
nigga
that
trap
out
the
bando
This
for
my
niggas
that
call
up
Fernando
to
move
a
piano
Fuck
all
your
feelin's
cause
business
is
business,
it's
strictly
financial
I'm
always
the
first
one
to
get
it,
man
that's
how
you
lead
by
example
Versace,
Versace,
Versace,
Versace,
Versace,
Versace
Word
to
New
York
cause
the
Dyckman
and
Heights
girls
are
callin'
me
"Papi"
I'm
all
on
the
low,
take
a
famous
girl
out,
with
no
paparazzi
I'm
trying
give
Halle
Berry
a
baby
and
no
one
can
stop
me
Versace,
Versace,
Versace,
Versace
Versace,
Versace,
Versace,
Versace
Versace,
Versace
Versace,
Versace
Versace
Versace,
Versace
Versace,
Versace
Versace
Versace,
Versace
It's
killers,
real
niggas
that's
all
in
my
posse
(shooters)
I'm
getting
so
rich
that
they
makin'
up
rumors
that
I'm
'luminati
(rich)
Just
me
and
my
niggas
we
killin
these
bitches
go
body
for
body
(murders)
These
suckers
be
hatin',
they
prayin'
to
got
I
don't
cop
a
Bugatti
Hold
up,
drop
the
top
on
the
rari,
pull
in
the
club
and
I'm
stoppin'
the
party
Hold
up,
got
these
bitches
on
bitches
they
poppin'
on
molly's
I'm
prolly
at
Follies
with
PeeWee
and
Tip,
Of
course
I
went
Lu
I
did
everything
that
I
said
I
would
do
I
really
won't
tell
you
that
I'm
better
than
you
But
we
are
not
on
the
same
level
as
you
cause
the
G55
got
a
hell
of
a
view
Regular
niggas
make
regular
moves
with'
ya
regular
bitch
and
ya
regular
crew
And
you
niggas
still
smoking
on
regular
too?
Like
Word?!
What
a
shame
my
nigga
Louboutin
blood
like
Game
my
nigga
Get
Left
tryna
aim
my
nigga
Like
Saddam
Hussein
my
nigga
I'm
whippin
this
brand
new
machine-Hundred
bands
in
my
jeans
Call
yo
bitch
Barry
Sanders,
she
done
ran
through
the
team
I
got
hoes
out
the
D
They
playin
on
the
team,
Do
anything
for
me,
I
mix
that
xan
with
the
lean!
Hold
Up
Lemme'
get
it
back,
Versace
Versace,
I'm
gettin'
this
money
I'm
stackin
my
broccoli
(racks)
I'm
runnin'
my
city
you
might
gotta
pay
me
if
you
land
on
my
property
(tax)
I
bought
the
boardwalk
and
I
parked
on
the
edge
'cause
my
life
like
monoply
You
got
a
new
ase
and
you
got
outta
jail,
Boy,
you
look
like
a
cop
to
me
(Get
outta'
jail
free
card?)
Auggh
Versace,
Versace,
I
brought
that
shit
back
all
these
niggas
they
copy
Medusa
head
on
my
I'm
at
the
hotel,
Versace
Pa-laz-a
I
rented
the
yatch
for
a
week,
but
bought
the
convertible
'Lambo
Six
mill
for
the
mansion
I
see
haters
comin'
I
need
some
mo'
ammo
These
nigga's
gay
that's
Elmo,
So
much
green
I
turned
camo
Some
hoover
niggas
on
flannels,
Light
Light
you
up
no
candle
Grip
on
that
handle
Yosemite
Sam
Ya,
that
bitch
bang
like
a
banjo
Told
my
arms
dealer
no
need
for
a
box
I
don't
read
the
instructions
I
throw
out
the
manual
Versace,
Versace,
my
brother
King
Trell
he
in
a
Ferrari
I
don't
look
the
same,
my
camera
the
same,
I
made
too
much
money
Paul
Pierce
is
my
neighbor,
I
told
him
he
should
of
went
to
the
Clippers
I
got
some
crazy
ideas
for
Versace,
give
Donatella
my
number
Versace,
auggh
Picasso,
Basquiat
I'm
cocky
23,
15
mill
I'm
just
getting
started
Pop
water
my
water
I
walk
around
on
my
wallet
I
don't
fuck
with
Saddam
but,
that's
gold
all
in
my
toilet
Statues
of
Horus,
and
Anubis
is
polished
I
don't
got
to,
rap
about,
coke
for
you
to
enjoy
it
I'm
bout'
to
join
the
money
team,
just
holla'
to
Floyd
about
it
Versace,
Versace,
I'm
taking
my
money
to
the
Cayman
islands
(WOO!)
Versace
Auggh!
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