Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

소리


상호 작용


난이도


악센트



인터페이스 언어

ko

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
쿠키 정책   |   지원하다   |   FAQ
1
등록/로그인
Lyrkit

기부하다

5$

Lyrkit

기부하다

10$

Lyrkit

기부하다

20$

Lyrkit

그리고/또는 나를 사회적으로 지지해 주세요. 네트워크:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Westside Gunn

Versace Will Never Be The Same Again

 

Versace Will Never Be The Same Again

(앨범: Hitler Wears Hermes VI - 2018)


Flygod

Ayo, the beautiful, bagging up coke in my cuticles
Hop out, kill two other niggas at your funeral
(Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
Ain't nobody iller, point 'em out, I might kill them niggas
Kith Hilfiger, wrist glittering, the water whippers
(Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot)
AR from afar'll flip ya, you niggas acting like you richer
It's a cold world, show kids out Cavalli trenches (Ah)
Drug dealer's recipe, death'll squeeze (Boom boom boom boom)
Fuck a bitch once, you'll never leave, it's all there, it better be
Menacing thoughts, hanger whip it, a fork
On the yard, some niggas stabbing niggas for sport (Ah)
Goyard briefcase, snuck the MAC up in court
Didn't want a Buffalo nigga the king of New York
Black Waverunners, two bodies in the same summer (Boom boom boom boom boom)
Gave the cocaine a brain buster
Ayo, niggas count my money 'cause them niggas never had it (Uh uh)
Hanging out the orange with the fully automatic (Skrt)
They don't give a fuck, I'ma still rock Yeezy (Grr)
.40 cal up close, head shot, shit'll leave the [?] (Boom)
Martine Rose on a speedboat, hand signal
[?] number, shootouts, my shit hold at least a hundred (Grr)
Fuck nigga, you speak on nothing, keep the Ruger in the Reese Cooper
I drop the bag off, his own man'll do him (Boom boom boom)
And walk off like he never knew him (Ah)
The narcissist, shit marvelous, got bricks for half
AP wrist mad, whole shit bust down
Foreigns, paper tag (Skr), trash bags on the mag (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)

Now, under this shit, we have the tag team champions
And it didn't take you long to do it
Well, uh, I like to think all of my work, uh, is a masterpiece, you know
Oh sure, of course
This is this took a little time
Do you use oils?
I don't like to divulge what I, uh, use for my process
I was gonna say, if you did, you could just dip the brush in your hair
Oh
Alright, just, I'm sure you could just
I'd like to put the kid Tony over here
Yeah, I'm sure, yeah, yeah
Anyway, this painting, this is, uh, my version, or how I feel, the world tag team champions look
Okay, can we have a drum roll, please?
Very good, alright, are we all ready for the unveiling?
Is everybody ready?
Yeah
Is everybody psyched up for this or what?
Psyched up to the max

완료

이 노래에 생소한 단어를 모두 추가하셨나요?