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Vultures (feat. Bump J) (Explicit) - ¥$/Kanye West/Ty Dolla $ign/Bump J
Lyrics by：Ye/Ty
Arranged by：Chords/Juice/Ty/Ye
All eyes is on me
Won't tell no lies won't hold my tongue
Don't cry for me
This Chicago nigga
I want some Juice
I don't have no rapper friends I hang with the vultures
Big-a*s toaster hit you with it flip it over
Big ol' nigga he's a big ol' goofy Rudy Gobert
Jump off in that lane you gon' get put on a poster
LaFerrari F8 Lamborghini Roadster
I turn ten bricks into twelve them birds had a growth spurt
We gon' do some shoppin' later I'ma need some throat first
I just got some head in a Ghost then I ghost her
Yeah-yeah outta here them boys tryna go for
I see him out with her and pretend like I don't know her
I can't do no features with you nigga it's a "No sir"
Hottest nigga on Earth I'm not really from Earth
We don't dial 9-1-1 I let off that chrome first
I put in my own work better do your homework
I can hear that money callin' I pick up the first ring
What you gon' charge that old man for that p***y
Girl don't hurt me
Three gang leaders with me all times
I don't know who I ****** last night I got Alzheimer's
I don't know who them h*es is man they all lyin'
Brody tell me who them h*es is man they all fine
Runnin' hooligan and we with the foolishness
How I'm anti-Semitic
I just ****** a Jewish *****
I just ****** Scooter's ***** and we ran up like Olympics
Got pregnant in the threesome so whose baby is it
Whose baby is it
My niggas puttin' belt to a*s pull up with the switches
This ain't Jimmy Butler but the heat got extensions
This ain't Columbine but we came in with the trenches
She askin' me to aim for her neck 'cause her boyfriend bought that necklace
With the trenches precious with the trenches
**** it I scratched another nigga woman up off my checklist
With the trenches I've been livin' reckless
I wish Takeoff wasn't there that night in Houston Texas
With the trenches
Wish I could bring G.Ca$o back that was my best friend
Boys I need you to give me somethin' big I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
Skip to the vert tell the ho "No I don't wanna ****"
She can suck-suck-suck it 'til she suck it dry
California nigga with some European freaks
Bad-a*s ***** from the Middle E-E-E-East wanna lick on me
Stick on me even though I got security
Even though she got a man she know he ain't as pure as me seriously
Soon as I get back tradin' in my Urus for the Puro' keys
Couple grey hairs up in my beard that's showin' my maturity yeah
Ayy shoutout to my symphony 9th Ave spaced out
We beat that **** so differently and brilliantly
Dolla $ign Iggy and we both YG
Fades in the backyard no talkin' take flight instantly
It ain't that deep boot up my nigga James Cool
My nigga that's d**gs she snottin' that P out that D
She want me to put some of this coke in her butt ugh
She Russian I beat up the p***y for Ukraine
Bought her a bag and I filled it with loose change
Just like my exes she told me that "You changed" yeah yeah yeah
Lotta them rappers be ******* it up
Still screamin' "Free TC Melly and Thug"
**** the police if we be hearin' the judge
Way out in Saudi I found me a plug
Don't wanna go out she'd rather do d**gs
Can't be my main if we met in the club
Give me somethin' ***** I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
Look it here ho I don't wanna ****
Here's a buck but a buck buck buck
I'm shootin' game to light that
Game to light that-