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"Versace (Freestyle)"

Versace, Versace
I'm killing the game and these bitches is on me
Don't got no new friends only fuck with my niggas cause niggas is phony
I made my own job and I got my own mob
Niggas thinking it's Tony
I'm running you lames while I'm running the game
Niggas think it's a Kony
I'm taking them down if them bitches is willing
I'm selling it to them, them bitches is peeling
You want it I got it, yup niggas is dealing
24/7, yup niggas is killing
Don't give a fuck how you niggas is feeling
Don't got no worries, no niggas is chilling
She giving me top like I'm missing the ceiling
Probably cause my whip is missing the ceiling, missing the ceiling
Versace, Versace, Versace, it's (dump a whole?) I'm into Nike
Yup, you go to the club and you come with your girl
Yup I'm snatching your wifey
Uh, you talking to her and she talking bout me
So you niggas don't like me
Yup, my street pull it down I'm surrounded by guns
So don't think you can fight me
Just keeping it real all you niggas is fronting
You come where I'm from and you niggas is nothing
Funny how niggas turn nothing to something
Put work on the strip now my niggas is pumping
Problems with Chubby, my niggas is coming
Problems with Chubby, my niggas is dumping
Strippers around, money falling like nothing
I don't got a grammy, still balling like Duncan
Balling like Duncan, it's coming, it's coming
Yup money is coming, holmes we stacking plenty
Yup, we eating, we eating, we eating
So much now that we acting skinny
Uh, I'm gunning you down and my gun never jam
No cause we packing semi's
Yup, my teammate be killing and now niggas balling
Like we Shaq and Penny
Chubby, Chubby, Versace, Versace
You niggas just worried, that shit don't mean shit to me
No, Versace in my hood will get your ass killed
Come and be part of history
Yup, I really be thinking that that shit is fake
I don't know it's a mystery
Uh, these people be telling me I'm getting dough
Man they sound like a snitch to me
Yea, I don't try to holla at no type of chick holmes
Unless she look rich to me
Yup, my stomach so bloated, I'm cooking so much holmes
That shit look sick to me
Yea, my new bitch be shopping, she stay in the pocket holmes
She act like Vick to me
Uh, I cum then she fuck me, I cum then she suck me
This shit feel like victory
No one better than me and I'm never going to leave
I'm a stay with the town
This rap shit don't work
I'll just go back to pushing and weighing the pounds
Yup, I swear that we booming, I swear that we booming
Just wait for the sound
Yea, this patience is key, so this year homie
I'm just gonna wait for the crown

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