Migos - Versace Pt. 2 lyrics

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
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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
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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All I smoke is loud
You got that mild like Darius (yeah)
My son ain't gotta work because
He gon' inherit it, uh huh
(gon' inherit it) we yell, "Gang-gang first
" you don't even know your heritage (bitch)
Took the cash from verses
I give that shit to charity
Lovin' my city like Chano, I swear
Why the fuck I still gotta
Ride everywhere with it?
"Herb I seen you on the news, I was worried"
We was just jokin' with y'all
That’s a parody
We don’t talk too much, got D's everywhere
(everywhere)
We still fresh, double G’s everywhere
(everywhere)
I put the VV's everywhere (everywhere)
I do Mike Amiri's, every pair
And they know me for shittin' on everybody
I’m the one that do shit that you hear about
I'm the one that told y'all
That I move like Obama
Then how the fuck they end
Up with my whereabouts?
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Pop up out the cut, we get up with ya (gang)
Smoke him down like a damn Swisher (facts)
Fuck a thot 'cause I need my bands bigger
(lil bitch) th-th-thought she was a keeper
But my mans hit her (skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, my mans hit her so I gotta switch her
(skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, my mans hit her, I let Blast switch her
(call up Blast)
Call up Blast, yeah, yeah, he's a ass kicker
Call up Bay-Bay, yeah, he's a class ditcher
Call a shooter, yeah, I gotta blast, nigga
(call a shooter, skrrt, skrrt)
Gotta blast, leave you in the past, nigga
(hahaha)

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