Migos Versace Lyrics

Young Rich N*ggas Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Rich Then Famous (Intro)
  • 2 China Town
  • 3 Versace
  • 4 Chirpin
  • 5 Adios
  • 6 Hannah Montana
  • 7 Bando
  • 8 Cook It Up
  • 9 F*Ck 12
  • 10 Bakers Man
  • 11 Finesser
  • 12 Pronto
  • 13 Fema
  • 14 Out Da Gym
  • 15 Young Rich N*ggas
  • 16 Dennis Rodman
  • 17 R.I.P.
  • 18 Thank You God
  • 19 We Ready (Remix)
  • 20 Thank God
  • 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

    I mean I just left the Versace store

    Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
    Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
    Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace
    Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace

    Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
    Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
    Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace
    Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace

    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 ***** want in on my pockets
    She ask me why my drawers silk
    I told that ***** "Versace"
    Cheetah print on my sleeve
    but I ain't ever been in the jungle
    Try to take my sack
    better run with it, ***** don't fumble

    Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
    Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
    Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace
    Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace

    You can do 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 *****s copy
    Kick in the door like I work at Hibachi
    Look at the watch, blow it, hot like some Taki
    Come in my room, my sheet Versace
    When I go to sleep, I dream Versace
    Medusa, Medusa, Medusa
    You *****s they wishin' they knew yah
    They coppin' the Truey, remixing the Louis
    My blunts is fat as Rasputia
    Feet and same shirt like I’m Tony the Tiger
    I’m beating the pot, call me Michael
    Lot of you *****s that copy
    Look at my closet Versace, Versace

    Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
    Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
    Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace
    Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace

    King of Versace, Medusa my wifey
    My car is Versace, I got stripes on my Mazi
    I'm dressin' so nicely they can't even copy
    You'd think I'm Egyptian, this gold on my body
    Money my mission, two *****es, they kissin'
    My diamonds is pissing, my swag is exquisite
    No offset no preacher but you *****s listen
    Them blue and white diamonds
    They 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 think I’m the don, but no Rocco
    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

    Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
    Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
    Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace
    Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace

    Written by: Xavier Dotson, Michael Ryan Brown
    Lyrics © Ultra Tunes

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