Lyrics Vogue cover - Westside Gunn, Stove God Cooks

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)