* Ver video
Versace letra Migos Versace letra |
(Quavo)
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I mean I just left the Versace store
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(Hook)
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Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
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Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
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Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace
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Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace
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(Verse 2: Quavo)
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Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm 'Luminati
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I know that you like it, Versace, my neck and my wrist is so sloppy
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Versace, Versace, I love it, Versace the top of my Audi
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My plug, he John Gotti, he give me the dozen, I know that they're mighty
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Shoes and shirt Versace, your bitch want in on my pockets
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She ask me why my drawers silk, I told that bitch "Versace"
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Cheetah print on my sleeve, but I ain't ever been in the jungle
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Try to take my sack, better run with it, nigga don't fumble
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(Hook)
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(Verse 3: Takeoff)
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Get that new Truey, I do it Versace
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You copped the Honda, I copped the Mazi
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You smoke the mid, I smoke exotic
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I set the trend, you niggas copy
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Cooking the dope, like I work at Hibachi
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Lookin and watching, blow it, hot like some Taki
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Come in my room, my sheet Versace
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When i go to sleep, I dream Versace
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Medusa, Medusa, Medusa
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These niggas, they wishing they knew ya
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They coppin' the Truey, remixing the Louie
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My blunts is fat as Repuschia
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Different stripped shirt like I'm Tony the Tiger
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I'm beating the pot, Call me Michael
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None of you niggas can copy
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Look at my closet Versace, Versace
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(Hook)
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(Verse 4: OffSet)
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King of Versace, Medusa my wallet
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My car is Versace, tiger stripes on my Mazi
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I'm dressing so nice, they can't even copy
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You think I'm Egyptian, this gold on my body
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My money my mission, two bitches they kissing my diamonds
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Is pissin, my swag is exquisite
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No Offset no preacher, but you niggas listen
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Them blue and white diamonds dey look like the Pistons
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Codeine sippin, Versace I'm gripping them bands in my pocket
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You know that I'm living
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I'm draped up in gold but no Pharaoh
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Rockin handcuffs, that's Ferragamo
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Bricks by the boat, overload
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I'm think I'm the don, but no Rocko
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This the life that I chose, bought out the store can't go back no more
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Versace my clothes, while I'm sellin them bows
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Versace took over, it took out my soul
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| (Hook)
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