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vulture love, kodak black & vvsnce - like a cowboy lyrics

[verse 1: nfl tuewop]
had to make it all make sense, i done turned a nickel to a dime
can’t tell me sh_t about the block, seen it all in my life of crime
say it’s respect, dog, ’til it come your way, so let’s respect my mind
but if you can’t be ’bout your issue like i’m ’bout mine, then slang that iron
b_tch, this traphouse like a bakery, we sell cookies and pies
live a thug life like i’m pac, young n_gga straight off the westside
i’m on edge at all times, these jiggas got me frog_eyed
i been bangin’ on sh_t before you left, but lost it when papi died

[chorus: kodak black]
raris, rovers, ridin’ in rolls with my chauffeur
flyer than most, flew by, it make my toes hurt
poppin’ dope, sir, i am never sober
slidin’ in a ghost, these murders makin’ me soul search
i get cold to crack my wrist like voodoo
i’m the sh_t, get past me, i’m like guru
your lil’ b_tch a splat, she come here, get choo_choo’d
i keep two zoots on me like a cowboy

[verse 2: vvsnce]
i know some b_tches who with it and straight out the trenches, they ready to step on a b_tch
i know some n_ggas who spinnin’, stand over you grinnin’, on god, your whole family get hit
i came from strippin’, finessin’, and switchin’ out visits, my purse got a perc’ and a bl!ck (no cap)
boostin’ and stealin’ out stores, then go back to the trenches, on granny, we sellin’ that sh_t
sh_ttin’ on these hoes in these brand_new bottegas
i stuff my purse with a glock and blue paper
ain’t got no opps, these lil’ b_tches just haters
b_tch, wait ’til i’m sldin’ in that brand_new bentayga
jumped off the jet, then go’n jump in the cully
my brother behind in that new ranger rove
i need my frontend if you tryna kick it
i need least a fifty to come do a show (vs)
[verse 3: big fredo & vvsnce]
i’ll pull up, wet sh_t (yeah), i don’t care who block (yeah)
h_llcat, all black, just me and tuewop (gang, gang, gang)
in the trap with three ars and ’bout two glocks (yeah)
got a microwave in that b_tch and two glass pops (uh_huh)
in the trap with lil’ yak, got the mac in the back
on the field with a bat, young b_tch slicin’ the smack
brodie gettin’ off the pack, this a ‘cat, not a scat
i’m a milli’ a track, can’t affil’ with no rats
make sure the stove hot (ah), make sure the dope lock (ah)
you don’t wanna cook up? i’ll give it to you raw (i’ll give it to you, ah)
at b00by, b_tches naked, tryna take their clothes off
ridin’ ruthless, coupe sittin’ up, dog, i done took the doors off
gettin’ real figures, rich n_ggas, bad b_tches at my disposal
f_ck with real hitters, sh_t splitters, end up missin’ by the time i doze off
spend a cool ticket, two_fifty sittin’ with me right here in my goyard
send my young b_tches on a mission, how they did it, you wouldn’t think they hoes, dog

- vulture love kodak black vvsnce lyrics

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