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¥$, kanye west & ty dolla $ign – vultures (remix) كلمات اغاني

[intro: ty dolla $ign & kanye west, dj pharris]
all eyes is on me
won’t tell no lies, won’t hold my tongue
don’t cry for me
(this chicago, n_gga)

[verse 1: bump j & lil durk]
i don’t have no rapper friends, i hang with the vultures
big_ass toaster, hit you with it, flip it over
big ol’ n_gga, he’s a big ol’ goofy, rudy gobert
jump off in that lane, you gon’ get put on a poster
new ferrari 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 and 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 hеr
i can’t do no features with you, n_gga, it’s a “no, sir”
hottest n_gga on earth, i’m not rеally 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 (yeah)
what, you gon’ charge that old man for that p_ssy? girl, don’t hurt me (go)

[verse 2: lil durk & dj pharris]
iced out all my scammer hoes, boost all your insurance up
iced out all my ghetto hoes who turned into influencers
smurkio, f_ck that b_tch and leave, i don’t care who she f_ck
air sh_t out her closet, it’s hot as h_ll, she got on yeezy uggs
i got moes with me, bump out the feds, mean i got foes with me
you got goofies with you, before i do that, i keep some hoes with me
askin’ for my gun when i’m in cali’, n_gga, this your city
why you dm’in’ my b_tch actin’ like we f_ck? these hoes below_semi
street n_ggas want ramen, i don’t like calamari
took her out that cheap sh_t, took her to bvlgari
never tell her “sorry”, this car a ferrari
off set with this cuban link, you think she was cardi
(this chicago, n_gga, go)
[verse 3: kanye west]
three gang leaders with me, all times
i don’t know who i f_cked last night, i got alzheimer’s
i don’t know who them hoes is, man, they all lyin’
brody, tell me who them hoes is, man, they all fine
runnin’ hooligan, and we with the foolishness
how i’m anti_semitic? i just f_cked a jewish b_tch
i just f_cked scooter’s b_tch and we ran up like olympics
got pregnant in the threesome, so whose baby is it?
whose baby is it?
my n_ggas puttin’ belt to ass, 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

[verse 4: ty dolla $ign & kanye west]
she askin’ me to aim for her neck, ’cause her boyfriend bought that necklace
with the trenches, precious, with the trenches
f_ck it, i scratched another n_gga 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 f_ck”
she can suck_suck_suck it, ’til she suck it dry
california n_gga with some european freaks
bad_ass b_tch from the middle e_e_e_east wanna l!ck 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
seems like it 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, sp_ced out
we beat that sh_t 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 n_gga, james cool
my n_gga, that’s drugs, she snottin’ that p out that d
she want me to put some of this coke in her b_tt, ugh
she russian, i beat up the p_ssy 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 f_ckin’ it up
still screamin’ “free tc, melly, and thug”
f_ck 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 drugs
can’t be my main if we met in the club
[outro: 2 eleven]
give me somethin’, b_tch, i’m talkin’ ’bout dollar signs
look it here, ho, i don’t wanna f_ck
here’s a buck, but a buck, buck, buck
i’m shootin’, game to light that
give me somethin’, b_tch, i’m talkin’ ’bout dollar signs
look it here, ho, i don’t wanna f_ck
here’s a buck, but a buck, buck, buck
i’m shootin’, game to light that
game to light that—
game to light that—
game to light that—
game to light that—
game to light that—

- ¥ kanye west ty dolla ign

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