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¥$, Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign

FRIED

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Hip-Hop/Rap

FRIED was released on August 3, 2024 by YZY as a part of the album VULTURES 2

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OVERVIEW

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

¥$

Performer

Kanye West

Performer

Ty Dolla $ign

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Bump J

Songwriter

Chrishan

Songwriter

Kanye West

Composer

Malik Yusef

Songwriter

Mark Carl Stolinski Wiliams

Mark Carl Stolinski Wiliams

Songwriter

Oscar Adler

Composer

Tyrone Griffin Jr

Tyrone Griffin Jr

Songwriter

Ye

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Oscar Adler

Producer

Outtatown

Producer

TheLabCook

Producer

Ty Dolla $ign

Producer

Ye

Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

[Verse 1]

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

[Chorus]

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

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

[Verse 2]

She givin' blowjobs and I applied

She say 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

[Chorus]

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

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

[Verse 3]

Pray on our enemies when we dine

We just hope the feds take a bribe

Only one gon' walk away when we collide

Twenty dollars, he out his fuckin' mind?

Ten bitches came with Dolla, they all dimes

They offerin' blowjobs and I applied

They all starvin', order them some fries

Then I lick the breast, then the thighs

[Chorus]

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

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

[Verse 4]

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 mosque

Ye copped me the chain with the cross

Had to throw some hundos in the wash

Baby, take a seat or take it off

So much ice on me, I can't defrost

Where them that was sayin' I fell off?

[Chorus]

Boy, don't play with me, you know I—

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

[Outro]

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Written by: Kanye West, Tyrone Griffin Jr

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