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Versace (Remix) Lyrics - Artist : Tink
Stop with the rumors I went to LA
And I turned down they offer (fuck that shit) Bitches hate on me But why give a fuck when my fan base is larger (damn) Toss me that beat And I promise you Sosa its gone be a hit Ain't dropped an album I'm still getting paid call me Already Rich I guess that I'm making some noise Hey begging for me out of state Its like I been eating so good, that I feel a bit out of shape Might hit the gym or the booth Cause either way I gotta flex And yo nigga settled for you, cause I won't reply to his text Versace, Versace They wanna take pictures I feel like a model These hoes be so kiddy My name in they mouth like a pink baby bottle Tried to be humble But niggas be talking like I ain't that bitch Internet thugging, like how was you drumming when you in the crib Fuck what you talking I'm not in no office but I go to work And I'm into fashion don't think I won't have your name put on a shirt I shop in boutiques and I don't keep receipts I don't care for the total They booked me in Europe so let's all be honest I'm no longer local You rappers keep acting I think that its time that we all pull the curtain I bodied the beat give it back to the streets that's community service And don't take it personal I just don't fuck with you niggas that much Heard you sneak dissing so I cut you off like I was in a rush I was in denial but now I'll admit ain't no one on my level I'm paving the way for these artist I might as well spit with a shovel And I'm getting money ain't worried bout nothing so fuck what they on I'm black and I'm young so they follow the kid like my name was Trayvon Yeah I saw the case and I have to admit I was shocked by the verdict Bring Zimmerman to Chicago and that'll be one missing person Miss me with all of the gossip cause people just love to assume They know that I rap but when I started singing they all got in tune Shit is ironic I was a nobody and now I'm a star Not selling chocolate but you want a verse gotta pay for these bars Hot as a kettle I deserve a medal or some type of trophy Put my feet up cause my life is so sweet that feel like I'm toffee Rocking red bottoms but you ain't got a car yet How you screaming levels wearing all your best friend shit Say you taking off but yo numbers in the same spot I get more attention than a fight up in the parking lot And no I'm not done cause I got shit to say I'm a rapping machine If you ain't gone shoot then I'm sorry my friend you did not make the team Who got the 30? them niggas play dirty like they paid the ref I say the word like a Jehovah's witness they'll be at your steps I'm not into baking but lately my hands been over the dope I hopped on Versace I bet that these niggas won't touch it no mo Just be 100 I'm killing these verses I call it a starter Bitch can't compete so she stealin' my flow like she ran out of water But what's to expect you should give it a rest like it's time to retire I won't sugar coat it like 1 hour meters your time has expired I proved I'm the best and if that's not Versace then tell me what is it I just shut everyone down and it only took me three minutes EASY! Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Nobody, nobody Nobody This bitch is nobody Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace. Nobody Nobody, Nobody This bitch is nobody! |
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