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The song, which premiered at various listening parties and festivals around the globe, has lived up to the hype, delivering a high-energy trap anthem that showcases both artists' unique talents.

The song opens with the iconic chants of the Inter Milan Ultras, instantly setting an electrifying tone. Kanye's signature layered vocals take center stage, riding over a heavy bass-infused beat that will undoubtedly get any crowd moving. His verses delve into themes of loss, survival, and the intoxicating allure of fame and fortune, culminating in the infectious chorus, "Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried."

Ty Dolla $ign's verse adds another layer of depth to the track, as he effortlessly boasts about his lavish lifestyle and hard-earned success. His smooth delivery complements Kanye's raw energy, creating a dynamic synergy that elevates the song to another level.

The release of "Fried" on Vultures 2 solidifies its place as a standout track on an already impressive album. It's a testament to the creative chemistry between Kanye West and Ty Dolla $ign, and a testament to the power of music to transcend borders and connect with audiences worldwide.
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Performed By: Kanye West
Featuring: Ty Dolla $ign
From Album: Vultures 2
Genre(s): Hip Hop, R&B
Language: English
Length: 2:59
Written by: Kanye West, Tyrone William Griffin Jr.
Released: August 3rd, 2024
Year: 2024




Kanye West - Fried Lyrics




[ Featuring Ty Dolla $ign ]

[The Inter Milan Ultras:]
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

[Kanye West:]
I done had too many friends that died
Sometimes I can't believe I'm still alive
She told you I ain't had it, but she lied

Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried
Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried

She givin' blowjobs and I applied
She said she starvin', order her some fries
Then I ate the breast, then the thighs
Then I gave the rest to the guys
You was typin' crazy out your mind
This is not a typo, we reply
Now you spillin' Type-O, out your side

Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm—
Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried

Pray on our enemies when we dine
We just hope the feds take a bribe
Only one gon' walk away when we collide
Twenty thousand dollars, f*ckin' mine
Ten bitches came with Dolla, they all dimes
They offered blowjobs and I applied
They all starvin', order them some fries
Then I lick the breast, then the thighs

Bitch, don't play with me, you know I'm—
Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Ooh, swervin' in the Lamb' off the lot
Five percent the tint with no top
They love me in my city like I'm Pac
Remember when we used to window shop?
Now I just whipped the Porsche to the malls
Ye copped me the chain with the cross
Had to throw some hundos in the wash
Baby, take a seat and take it off
So much ice on me, I can't defrost
Where them at that was sayin' I fell off?

Boy, don't play with me, you know I—
Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried

[The Inter Milan Ultras:]
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
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English

[The Inter Milan Ultras:]
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

[Kanye West:]
I done had too many friends that died
Sometimes I can't believe I'm still alive
She told you I ain't had it, but she lied

Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried
Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried

She givin' blowjobs and I applied
She said she starvin', order her some fries
Then I ate the breast, then the thighs
Then I gave the rest to the guys
You was typin' crazy out your mind
This is not a typo, we reply
Now you spillin' Type-O, out your side

Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm—
Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried

Pray on our enemies when we dine
We just hope the feds take a bribe
Only one gon' walk away when we collide
Twenty thousand dollars, f*ckin' mine
Ten bitches came with Dolla, they all dimes
They offered blowjobs and I applied
They all starvin', order them some fries
Then I lick the breast, then the thighs

Bitch, don't play with me, you know I'm—
Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Ooh, swervin' in the Lamb' off the lot
Five percent the tint with no top
They love me in my city like I'm Pac
Remember when we used to window shop?
Now I just whipped the Porsche to the malls
Ye copped me the chain with the cross
Had to throw some hundos in the wash
Baby, take a seat and take it off
So much ice on me, I can't defrost
Where them at that was sayin' I fell off?

Boy, don't play with me, you know I—
Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried

[The Inter Milan Ultras:]
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Kanye West, Tyrone William Griffin Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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