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Artyści:: Kanye West
Album:: VULTURES 1
Gatunki:: Rap
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[Intro: Criminal Manne & Kilo G]
Smokin’ on a junt with my niggas drinkin’ O.E
Stop off—, stop off at the liquor store, get your 'Gnac, then we headed for the Indo
Smokin’ on a junt with my niggas drinkin’ O.E
Stop off—, stop off at the liquor store, get your 'Gnac, then we headed for the Indo

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I’m tryna fuck somethin’ right now
That lil’ ho, she tryna fuck somethin’ right now
I’m try-I’m tryna fuck somethin’ right now
That lil’ ho, she tryna fuck somethin’ right now

[Post-Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Shawty wanna fuck? Woah
I’ma let her hop on somethin’
Shawty wanna fuck? Woah
I’ma let her hop on somethin’
Shawty wanna fuck? Woah
I’ma let her hop on somethin’
Shawty wanna fuck? Woah
I’ma let her hop on somethin’

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Ooh, ooh, right, uh, now (Hol’ up)
Shawty wanna fuck on me, I told her, „Let’s go, uh, now” (Hol’ up)
She asked me to nut on her face, she tryna show, uh, out
Miami, Bal Harbour, before I tote, uh, ah
I’m on the G6 brackin’ shit with my pole, ha, uh
All black Brabus truck, lookin’ like my soldier with that, mmh
All of my vices teams, gotta keep them close, they might jump out, uh
You not gon’ stand a chance, we’re clearin’ that ho before we cool out

[Bridge: Kanye West]
Baby, don’t keep me up, yeah, keep me up
Don’t wanna beat me up, yeah, beat me up
Baby, don’t keep me up, yeah, keep me up
Don’t wanna beat me up, yeah, beat me up
We comin’ down swervin’, mmm
This the real, not a version
Even Jesus ain’t marry a virgin
Now I can finally, guess it’s workin’

[Verse 2: Kanye West & Travis Scott]
We comin’ down swervin’
This the real, not a version
I don’t care who you fucked, you a virgin to me
You a pervin’ to me, baby, perfect to me
Hold my coat, hold my drink
On my own, come with me
Shawty wanna fuck on somethin’?
Fuck on me, suck on me publicly (Yeah)
[Interlude: Travis Scott]
La Flame, baby, you on fire (La Flame)
La Flame, baby, you on fire
La Flame, baby, you on fire (La Flame)
La Flame, baby, you on fire (Fire)

[Verse 3: Travis Scott & Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, she feelin’ herself (Ooh-ooh), yeah, she feelin’ on me (Yeah)
Only stuff I can give you is that one plus two is three (Ah)
Block the number, and that shit started with three some
Me not the threesome, we ’bout to have a mean one
I’m tryna fuck somethin’ right now (Woo!)
Brown skin, but you know I had her creamin’
Janet Jackson by the way I had her screamin’
She hit the group chat, said „That nigga had me feining” (Ah)