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****
I want some Juice

I don’t have no rapper friends, I hang with the vultures
Big-ass toaster, hit your whip and flipped it over
Big ol’ n****, 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 and pretend like I don’t know her
I can’t do no features with you, n****, it’s a “No, sir”
Hottest n**** 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 a old man for that pussy? Girl, don’t hurt me
This Chicago, n****

Three gang leaders with me, all times
I don’t know who I f**ked 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’ hooligans, and we with the foolishness
How I’m antisemitic? I just f**ked a Jewish b****

I just f**ked Scooter’s b**** and we ran her like Olympics
Got pregnant in the threesome, so whose baby is it?
Whose baby is it?
My n***** 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

She askin’ me to aim for her neck, ’cause her boyfriend bought that necklace
With the trenches
Precious
With the trenches
F**k it, I scratched another n**** 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
Spittin’ pimp flow, tell the ho, “No, I don’t wanna f**k”
She can s**k-s**k-s**kit, till she s**k it dry

California n**** with some European freaks
Bad-ass b**** from the Middle E-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
Aye, 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
Aye, Nate 3D, boot up, my n****, James Cool
My n****, that’s drugs, 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 fill it with loose change
Just like my exes, she told me that, “You changed”, yeah, yeah, yeah

Lotta them rappers be f**kin’ it up
Still screamin’, “Free TC, Melly, and Thug”
F**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 drugs
Can’t be my main if we met in the club

Give me somethin’, b****, I’m talkin’ ’bout dollar signs
Look it here, ho, I don’t wanna f**k
Here’s a buck, but a buck, buck, buck
I’m shootin’, game to light that

Give me somethin’, b****, I’m talkin’ ’bout dollar signs
Look it here, ho, I don’t wanna f**k
Here’s a buck, but a buck, buck, buck
I’m shootin’, game to light that

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