Versace Songtext
von Migos

Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I′m 'Luminati
I know that you like it, Versace, my neck and my wrist is so sloppy
Versace, Versace, I love it, Versace the top of my Audi
My plug, he John Gotti, he give me the ducks
And I know that they′re mighty (Gotti)
(Zaytoven) whoa
I mean I just left a Versace store

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace (whoa)
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Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm 'Luminati
I know that you like it, Versace, my neck and my wrist is so sloppy
Versace, Versace, I love it, Versace the top of my Audi
My plug, he John Gotti, he give me the ducks
And I know that they′re mighty

Shoes and shirt Versace, your bitch want in on my pockets (damn!)
She ask me why my drawers silk, I told that bitch "Versace"
Cheetah print on my sleeve (what else?), but I ain′t ever been in the jungle (nah)
Try to take my sack, better run with it, nigga don't fumble

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You can do Truey, I do Versace
You copped the Honda, I copped the Mazi
You smoke the mid, I smoke exotic
I set the trend, you niggas copy
Cooking the dope, like I work at Hibachi
Looking and watching, blow it, hot like some Taki
Come in my room, my sheet Versace
When I go to sleep, I dream Versace


Medusa, Medusa, Medusa (Medusa)
These niggas, they wishing they knew ya
They coppin′ the Truey, remixing the Louis
My blunts is fat as Rasputia
In a striped shirt like I'm Tony the Tiger (Versace)
I′m beating the pot, call me Mike (Will, Will)
Lot of you niggas they copy
Look at my closet, Versace, Versace

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King of Versace, Medusa my wifey
My car is Versace, tiger stripes on my Mazi
I'm dressing so nice, they can′t even copy
You think I'm Egyptian, this gold on my body (gold)
My money my mission, two bitches they kissing (money)
My diamonds is pissy, my swag is exquisite
Young Offset no preacher, but you niggas listen
Them blue and white diamonds, they look like the Pistons (whoa)

Codeine sipping, Versace I'm gripping them bands in my pocket
You know that I′m living (damn)
I′m draped up in gold but no Pharaoh
Rockin' handcuffs, that′s Ferragamo
Bricks by the boat, overload
I'm think I′m the don, but no Rocko
This the life that I chose
Bought out the store, can't go back no more
Versace my clothes, while I′m selling them bows
Versace took over, it took out my soul

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(Zaytoven)