Vultures Lyrics – Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign

Vultures Lyrics by ¥$, Kanye West, and Ty Dolla $ign is a brand new English song sung by Bump J, Lil Durk, Kanye West, and Ty Dolla $ign, and the music of this latest song is produced by Kanye West, Ty Dolla $ign, Ambezza, Gustave Rudman, Ojivolta, Chordz (Producer), Wheezy, and Juice (Producer). Vultures song lyrics are penned down by Bump J, Fya Man, Raul Cubina, Mark Williams, Gustave Rudman, Lil Durk, Ambezza, Chordz (Producer), Ojivolta, Ty Dolla $ign, Kanye West, and CyHi.

Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign – Vultures Lyrics

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 Wit’ 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, Out Of 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, Nigga, It’s A “No, Sir”
Hardest 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 Pu*sy?
Girl, Don’t Hurt Me (This Chicago, Nigga)

Iced Out All My Scammer Hoes, Boost All They Insurance Up
Iced Out All My Ghetto Hoes Who Turned Into Influencers
Smurkio, Fu*k That B!tch And Leave, I Don’t Care Who She Fu*k
Air Shit Out Her Closet, It’s Hot As Hell, 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’, Nigga, This Your City
Why You Dm’in’ My B!tch Actin’ Like We Fu*k? These Hoes Below-semi
Street Niggas Want Ramen, I Don’t Like Calamari
Took Her Out That Cheap Shit, Took Her To Bvlgari
Never Tell Her, “Sorry,” This Car A Ferrari
Off Set With This Cuban Link, You Think She Was Cardi, Go (This Chicago, Nigga, Go)

Three Gang Leaders With Me All Times
I Don’t Know Who I Fu*ked Last Night, I Got Alzheimer’s
I Don’t Know Who Them H0es 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 Fu*ked A Jewish B!tch
I Just Fu*ked Scooter’s B!tch And We Ran Her 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
Fu*k 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
Chordz, 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 Fu*k”
She Can Suck-Suck-Suck It ’til She Suck It Dry
California Nigga With Some European Freaks
Bad-A*s B!tch 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 $Ign, Iggy, And We Birth YG
Fades In The Backyard, No Talkin’, Take Flight Instantly
Ayy, Nate 3D, Boot Up My Nigga, James Koo
My Nigga, That’s D.R.U.G.$
She Snortin’ That P Out The D
She Want Me To Put Some Of This Coke In Her Butt, Ugh
She Russian, I Beat Up The Pu*sy 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 Fu*kin’ It Up
Still Screamin’, “Free TC, Melly, And Thug”
Fu*k 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 Dr*gs
Can’t Be My Main If We Met In The Club, Ooh

Give Me Somethin’, B!tch, I’m Talkin’ ’bout Dollar Signs
Look It Here, Ho, I Don’t Wanna Fu*k
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 Fu*k
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—

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