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Album: YRN: Young Rich Niggas (2013)

Versace

[Quavo:]
I mean I just left the Versace store

[Hook:]
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace

[Verse 1: Quavo]
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 dozen, I know that they're mighty
Shoes and shirt Versace, your bitch want in on my pockets
She ask me why my drawers silk, I told that bitch "Versace"
Cheetah print on my sleeve, but I ain't ever been in the jungle
Try to take my sack, better run with it, nigga don't fumble

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Get that new 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
Cooking the dope, like I work at Hibachi
Lookin 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
These niggas, they wishing they knew ya
They coppin' the Truey, remixing the Louie
My blunts is fat as Repuschia
Different stripped shirt like I'm Tony the Tiger
I'm beating the pot, Call me Michael
None of you niggas can copy
Look at my closet Versace, Versace

[Hook]

[Verse 3: OffSet]
King of Versace, Medusa my wallet
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
My money my mission, two bitches they kissing my diamonds
Is pissin, my swag is exquisite
No Offset no preacher, but you niggas listen
Them blue and white diamonds dey look like the Pistons
Codeine sippin, Versace I'm gripping them bands in my pocket
You know that I'm living
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 sellin them bows
Versace took over, it took out my soul

[Hook]


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