Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vogue cover, artist - Westside Gunn.
Date of issue: 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) |