King Los & Mark Battles - Versace (Remix) lyrics

Versace Versace, I'm mean as Nazi Can't no one come stop me Frontin' like you so tough But I'm dicin' em up, you would think that is Yahtzee I roll through the city These girls on my Jimmy like Drake in Degra**i They actually like me, I'm nasty, bukkake We crashin' the lobby This rappin's a hobby, I'm spittin' wasabi I live in the Rockies with different com-padres Women beside me that's into pilates They cleaner than Oxy, I'm sick of the copies Whoa whoa, just calm down I'm the bomb now, think Saddam brown I found a new crowd for my hot sound "Mom, wow, it's gon' take us to a high ground" Time out, take it up Starin' at 'em like "Hater what? Hater what?" Shake 'em up, break 'em up just to make a buck Steak for lunch, now I'm goin' hard for the sake of us It's F.A., doin' well so to Hell what the rest say Big year, gon' be here for a decade Inside all leather like a s** slave, uh I'm good and she young I grew up a bum now I'm boomin' a ton She choosin' the rum but the cutest of ones Is usin' that tongue, to do it for fun Ha, you get it, I won it You win it, I done it like Emmitt, I run it You rappers is supper so sit in my stomach Or finish your plummet, the difference is nothin' It's Battles, it's Battles