Vultures de Kanye West, Ty Dolla $ing y Bump J: letra en español

Kanye West y Ty Dolla $ign lanzaron dos versiones de "Vultures". La versión original, lanzada el 23 de noviembre de 2023, presenta a Lil Durk y una mezcla diferente a la versión oficial. La versión oficial, lanzada el 22 de noviembre de 2023, no incluye a Lil Durk y presenta una etiqueta de productor de J.U.I.C.E. Checa su letra en español

Vultures de Kanye West, Ty Dolla $ing y Bump J: letra

All eyes is on me
Won't tell no lies, won't hold my tongue
Don't cry for me
(This Chicago, nigga)
(I want some Juice)
I don't have no rapper friends, I hang with The Vultures
Big-ass toaster, hit you with it, flip it over
Big ol' nigga, 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 and I ghost her
Yeah-yeah, outta here, your boyfriend a gopher
I see him out with her and pret?nd like I don't know her
I can't do no featur?s with you, nigga, it's a "No, sir"
Hardest nigga 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 that old man for that pussy? Girl, don't hurt me (This Chicago, nigga)
Three gang leaders with me, all times
I don't know who I fucked 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' hooligan, and we with the foolishness
How I'm anti-Semitic? I just fucked a Jewish bitch
I just fucked Scooter's bitch and we ran her like Olympics
Got pregnant in the threesome, so whose baby is it?
Whose baby is it?
My niggas 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)
Fuck it, I scratched another nigga 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
Skinny pants flow, tell the ho, "No, I don't wanna fuck"
She can suck-suck-suck it, 'til she suck it dry
California nigga with some European freaks
Bad-ass bitch 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
Ayy, 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 talking, take flight instantly
Ayy, Nate 3D, boot up my nigga, James Cool
My nigga, that's D.R.U.G.S
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 filled it with loose change
Just like my exes, she told me that "You changed," yeah, yeah, yeah
Dolla done rather be fuckin' it up
Still screamin', "Free TC, Melly, and Thug"
Fuck 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, ooh
Give me somethin', bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
Look it here, ho, I don't wanna fuck
Here's a buck, but a buck, buck, buck
I'm shootin', game to light that
Give me somethin', bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
Look it here, ho, I don't wanna fuck
Here's a buck, but a buck, buck, buck
I'm shootin', game to light that—
Game to light that—
Game to light that—
Game to light that—
Game to light that—
Game to light that—

Vultures de Kanye West, Ty Dolla $ing y Bump J: letra en español

Todos los ojos están en mí
No contará mentiras, no guardará mi lengua
No llores por mí.
(Este Chicago, negro)
(Quiero jugo)
No tengo amigos de rapper, estoy con The Vultures
Una tostadora grande, te golpeo con ella, gira.
El negro es un tonto, Rudy Gobert.
Salta por ese carril, te pondrán en un cartel
LaFerrari F8, Lamborghini Roadster
Convierto diez ladrillos en doce, esos pájaros tuvieron un brote de crecimiento
Haremos algunas compras más tarde. Primero necesito garganta.
Acabo de tener una cabeza en un fantasma y la fantasma
Sí, sí, fuera de aquí, tu novio es un maricón.
Lo veo afuera con ella y pretendo que no la conozco.
No puedo hacer nada contigo, negro, es un "No, señor".
El negro más duro de la Tierra, en realidad no soy de la Tierra
No llamamos al 911. Yo solté ese cromo primero.
Yo pongo mi propio trabajo, mejor hacer tu tarea.
Puedo oír ese dinero llamando, cojo el primer anillo
¿Vas a cobrarle a ese viejo por esa vagina? Chica, no me hagas daño (este Chicago, negro)
Tres líderes de pandillas conmigo, todo el tiempo
No sé a quién cogí anoche, tengo Alzheimer.
No sé quiénes son esas prostitutas, todos mienten.
Brody, dime quiénes son esas prostitutas.
Corriendo hooligan, y nosotros con la tontería
¿Cómo soy antisemita? Acabo de joder a una perra judía.
Acabo de joder a la perra de Scooter y la corrimos como a las Olimpiadas.
¿De quién es el bebé?
¿De quién es el bebé?