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migos - versace pt. 2 lyrics

[hook]
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

[verse 1: quavo]
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 b-tch want in on my pockets
she ask me why my drawers silk, i told that b-tch “versace”
cheetah print on my sleeve, but i ain’t ever been in the jungle
try to take my sack, better run with it, n-gga don’t fumble
wow, i mean i just left the versace store

[hook: quavo]
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

[verse 2: g herbo]
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 (b-tch)
took the cash from verses, i give that sh-t to charity
lovin’ my city like chano, i swear
why the f-ck 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 sh-ttin’ on everybody
i’m the one that do sh-t that you hear about
i’m the one that told y’all that i move like obama
then how the f-ck they end up with my whereabouts?

[verse 3: tak-k]
pop up out the cut, we get up with ya (gang)
smoke him down like a d-mn swisher (facts)
f-ck a thot ’cause i need my bands bigger (lil b-tch)
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 -ss kicker
call up bay-bay, yeah, he’s a cl-ss ditcher
call a shooter, yeah, i gotta blast, n-gga (call a shooter, skrrt, skrrt)
gotta blast, leave you in the past, n-gga (hahaha)

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