Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Vogue cover , by - Westside Gunn. Release date: 26.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Vogue cover |
| I let the work dry on the Vogue cover |
| Made it snow for seven whole summers |
| Feds tappin', I don’t want no numbers |
| Don’t ask the price, bitch, you know the numbers |
| Out the pot, settled on the Vogue cover |
| It’s gon' blizzard for the whole summer |
| Feds tappin', I don’t want no numbers |
| Birds go fast, bitch |
| Ayo, kick down your door in my (Ah) |
| Left wrist, right wrist dancin' (Ah) |
| Hermès helicopter, landed in the Hamptons (Ah) |
| Gaze down the leg, I was walkin' like I’m crampin' (Ah) |
| Walked in the bank, the bank bitch called me handsome (Ah) |
| Make it hand-to-hand, sportin' one of one Vanses (Woo) |
| Ayo, ayo (Ayo, ayo, FLYGOD) |
| Ayo, tripped over roses, why these niggas on my shoulders? |
| Shoppin' sprees and diamond loaders, come up in coma (Skrrt) |
| Hear some shots at any moment, full count, I had to go to Porsche (Boom boom |
| boom boom boom boom boom boom boom) |
| Show my paperwork, then they welcome me with open arms |
| My triple beam and my SB’s got a bird on it (Ah) |
| Lisa came back with a stem and a fifty |
| Said she left earth on it, let her twerk on it (Woo) |
| She started singin' like Eddie Laverte on it |
| Baby, hold on to me (Brr) |
| See I’m a special kind (Brr) |
| A man that is hard to find |
| Told you a thousand times (Brr) |
| Baby, hold on to me (Brr) |
| Oh, baby, hold- |
| Plug had me sittin' at his crib for seven hours (He did) |
| He mowed the lawn, washed all his cars, and watered the flowers (Shit was crazy) |
| Back of my mind, I’m like, «Nigga, go get the powder» (Go get it) |
| It pays to hit the last free-throw shots when you down one (Woo) |
| And he just want see how much I really want it (Yeah) |
| And if a little time’ll make a nigga give up on him (It won’t) |
| Fuck it, I’ll sit here and wait |
| 'Cause we gon' stuff so many in the door, panel won’t screw on straight (Keep |
| goin') |
| Twenty-eight, twenty-eight, thirty-six twenty-eights |
| We do numbers through the Cartiers |
| Everyday for a month, had his block sprayed up (Brr, brr, bah, bah, bah, brr, |
| brr, bah, bah) |
| She said, «Your jewelry cost what? |
| «, I said, «A Mustang truck, bitch» |
| (A Mustang truck, bitch, bitch) |
| This ain’t luck, bitch, this brick’s weighed up, bitch (Bitch) |
| Them niggas ain’t us bitch (Bitch, no) |