Audio Music Download ¥$ – Vultures MP3 by ¥$ & Kanye West Ft. Ty Dolla $ign & Bump J
Check-Out this amazing brand new single + the Lyrics of the song and the official music-video titled Vultures by a mulitple award winning hip hop recording artist ¥$ and Kanye West who is known for releasing amazing song that will get you exited and elevate your mood with it’s vibe, catchy hook and incredible production.
- Song Title: Mp3 ¥$ & Kanye West Vultures FREE DOWNLOAD Vultures by ¥$, Kanye West Ft. Bump J
- Genre: Pop
- Released: 2023
- Duration: 03:58
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¥$, Kanye West Vultures Lyrics
All eyes is on me
Won’t tell no lies, won’t hold my tongue
Don’t cry for me
(This Chicago, n*gga)
(I want some Juice)
[Verse 1: Bump J & DJ Pharris]
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
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, your boyfriend a gopher
I see him out with her, I pretend like I don’t know her
I can’t do no features with you, n*gga, it’s a “No, sir”
Hardest n*gga 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 pussy? Girl, don’t hurt me (This Chicago, n*gga)
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Three gang leaders with me, all times
I don’t know who I fucked 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 fucked a Jewish bitch
I just fucked Scooter’s bitch 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 3: 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
Fuck 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
Skinny pants flow, tell the ho “No, I don’t wanna fuck”
She can suck-suck-suck it, ’til she suck it dry
California n*gga with some European freaks
Bad-ass bitch 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 did that shit so differently and brilliantly
Dolla $ign, Iggy, and we both YG
Fades in the backyard, no talkin’, take flight instantly
Ayy Nate 3D, boot up my n*gga, James Cool
My n*gga, that’s D.R.U.G.S.
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 pussy 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
Dolla’d done rather be fuckin’ it up
Still screamin’ “Free TC, Melly, and Thug”
Fuck the police, the DA, and 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’, bitch, I’m talkin’ ’bout dollar signs
Look it here, ho, I don’t wanna fuck
Here’s a buck, but a buck, buck, buck
I’m shootin’, game to light that
Give me somethin’, bitch, I’m talkin’ ’bout dollar signs
Look it here, ho, I don’t wanna fuck
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