paroles de chanson VERSACE - Flap Jack , Migos , Drake

Yea, shoutout Migos, yea (She mailed it, she gon' buy it from a Versache store)

Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm 'luminati (Versache)
This is a gated community, please get the fuck off the property
Rap must be changin' 'cause I'm at the top and ain't no one on top of me
Niggas be wantin' a verse for a verse, but man that's not a swap to me
Drownin' in compliments, pool in the backyard that look like Metropolis (Metropolis)
I think I'm sellin' a million first week, man I guess I'm a optimist ('Mili)
Born in Toronto but sometimes I feel like Atlanta adopted us (Yea)
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 plannin'?" (What)
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 (Just wait on it)
This year I'm eatin' your food and my table got so many plates on it (So many)
Hundred inch TV at my house, I sit back like "Damn I look great on it" (Damn I look good)
I do not fuck with your new shit, my nigga, don't ask for my take on it (My take)
Speakin' in lingo, man this for my nigga that trap out the bando (Bando, 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 (Business is financial)
I'm always the first one to get it, man that's how you lead by example (I got it)
Versace, 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 where there's no paparazzi (Splash)
I'm tryna give Halle Berry a baby and no one can stop me

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Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace (Hold on)
Yea, yea, yea

Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm 'Luminati (Slay)
I know that you like it, Versace, my neck and my wrist is so sloppy (Yea)
Versace, Versace, I love it, Versace the top of my Audi (Skrt)
My plug, he John Gotti, he give me the ducks, I know that they're mighty (Shorty)
Shoes and shirt Versace, your bitch want in on my pockets (Damn)
She ask me why my drawers silk, I told that bitch "Versace" (What else)
Cheetah print on my sleeve, but I ain't ever been in the jungle (What else, nah)
Try to take my sack, better run with it, nigga don't fumble

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You can do Truey, I do it Versace
You copped the Honda, I copped the Mazi
You smoke the mid, I smoke exotic
I set the trend, you niggas copy
Cookin' this dope like I work at Hibachi
Look at the watch, it blow hot like some Taki
Come in my room, my sheet Versace (Versace)
When I go to sleep, I dream Versace
Medusa, Medusa, Medusa (Medusa)
These niggas they wishin' they knew you
They coppin' the Truey, remixin' the Louis
My blunts is fat as Rasputia (Facts)
In a striped shirt like I'm Tony the Tiger (Versace)
I'm beatin' the pot, call me Michael (Well, well)
Lot of you niggas that copy
Look at my closet Versace, Versace

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Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace (Offset, you owe me man)

King of Versace, Medusa my wifey
My car is Versace, I got stripes on my Mazi
I'm dressin' so nicely they can't even copy (No)
You'd think I'm Egyptian, this gold on my body (Gold)
Money my mission, two bitches, they kissin' (Money)
My diamonds is pissin', my swag is exquisite
Young Offset no preacher but you niggas listen
Them blue and white diamonds, they look like the Pistons
Codeine sippin, Versace I'm grippin' them bands in my pocket
You know that I'm livin'
I'm draped up in gold, but no Pharaoh
Rockin' handcuffs, that's Ferragamo (Ferragamo)
Bricks by the boat, overload
I think I'm the don, but no Rocco (I'm done)
This the life that I chose (I chose)
Bought out the store, can't go back no more
Versace my clothes while I'm sellin' them bows
Versace take over it took out my soul

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