Lil Chuckee - Versace (Remix) lyrics

rate me

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I sold my chick and bought a Ducati

Nigger they say ain’t making it rain

But they climbing and throttling

Girl you muss need some glasses

How the fuck you don’t acknowledge me?

A zip in my pass admit on my knees

I take that as apology

Niggers be trying to keep up with me

They can’t fuck on my stamina

...discount I’ll go talk to my manager

Chicks be trapping

I’m trapping I’m trapping like every day

I know my dick be like when I fuck

You gonna give me a break

Big man be whipping

McDonald just opened a bakery

Shit my life the only thing

That you might ever can take from me

Bitches be trying to come hard so they...

Bitches be saying they models

What is this Grammy Show Agency?

We be in Paris the haters be saying

I don’t like these niggers

You see it on the Grammy

You accidentally like the bitch

Leave the gagster click and don’t wanna stop on us

Got a bad chick in

I might slip it all in her esophagus

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Medusa head on me like I’m illuminati

I know that you like it

Versace on wrist

And my neck is so sloppy

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I’m loving Versace up the top of my Audi

He give me a douzen I know that they mighty

Your shirt Versace

Your bitch want in on my pockets

She ask me why my drown silk

I told her it’s Versace

See the plan on my sleeve

But I ain’t been to jungle

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You can do to it?

It’s worth to me

I set the trend

You niggers copy

Looking and watchng...

Looking the dough like I’m working robotic

Looking and watching blow..like some

Damn I roll my sheet Versace

These niggers go once that they know you

My is setting exclusive

Look like me mike

Lotta you nigger they got it

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King of Versace

Medusa my wifey

Got dress on my mind

And she dressing so nicely

This gold on my

My money my mission

These bitches be kissing my diamonds

Call and sipping Versace

I’m drained up in gold

Handcuffs that’s Ferragamo

I think I’m the Dom

Can’t go back no more

Versace my...I’m selling them both

Versace took over

It took up my soul

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