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Versace Versace, Roberto Cavalli, Giuseppe Zanotti (Designer)
Flow hot as wasabi, No tats on my body, Man these bitches sloppy. (Damn)
Racks in my wallet, these niggas hating the minute they saw it
They see the car they don’t know what to call it
Pockets be fatter than Christopher Wallace. (R.I.P.)
Word up my nigga, Louboutin shoes, Murda my nigga
You ain’t getting money your stuck my nigga
Always turnt so theres no turn up my nigga (Turn Up)
Spend a couple racks re-up then its, Back to the mall
Bashing em all, slapping em hoes
Blasting em all, here this song start rapping along (Oohh)
Versace Versace all stars on my shirt cause my shirt is Givenchy (Gee Vaun Chee)
M Wood Killaz the possy, they thinking they got me man these haters watching (they don’t got me)
You broke my nigga, having closets with no damn clothes my nigga
Flow so wet need a boat my nigga, 30 rounds so its fuck reloads my nigga (brrr ahh)
So you should probably hang yourself (HOLD ON)
Let me get the rope my nigga. Hotel overlook the coast my nigga
And we won’t stop ain’t up for no votes my nigga
Ya’ll on the side like some fucking cole slaw nigga
From Jersey, I swear Miami adopted us
Bad bitch Veronica, she blow the whole team just like a harmonica.(Drake Voice)
Versace Versace, I’m shitting on niggas someone get the potty (ooh)
Versace Versace, These niggas they sing it but wear Abercrombie
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