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I know that you like it, Versace, my neck and my wrist is so sloppy
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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
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
Wow, I mean I just left the Versace store
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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
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 Rasputia
In a striped shirt like I'm Tony the Tiger
I'm beating the pot, Call me Michael
Lot of you niggas they copy
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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
My money my mission, two bitches they kissing
My diamonds is pissy, my swag is exquisite
Young 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
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