Kanye West and Ty Dolla $ign recently released a new track titled “TAKE OFF YOUR DRESS,” which is part of the VULTURES 2 Digital Deluxe album. The song was made available on August 7, 2024, and is exclusively purchasable for $5 on the Yeezy website.
It features a sample from Talmadge Armstrong’s 2009 song “Please Make It Good Again” and showcases both artists’ distinctive styles.
TAKE OFF YOUR DRESS Kanye West Ty Dolla $ign Lyrics
Slip off your dress, baby, so I can s—
Slip off your dress, baby, so I can see
You just got work done, hit me when church done
This ain’t big pharmacy but fuckin’ Yeezy got Percs, huh?
You do what you want now like you Lil Uzi Vert or some’
She givin’ me FaceTime, even when we in person
I want you dressed up, so I can undress ya
The money ain’t small, but we still at the Webster
She got some girlfriends, we fucked on the best one
I got a confession, I’m on another run
(See)
Ooh-wee
Ooh-wee (So I can see)
Ooh-wee
Can see (So I can see)
Ooh-wee
Ooh-wee (So I can see)
Ooh-wee
Slip off your dress, baby, so I can s—
Slip off your dress, baby, so I can see
Run it back for a real nigga, what?
Punch her stomach when I’m all in her gut
Dress her up like a supermodel (Oh)
Speakin’ tongues like she touchin’ bodies (Ooh)
From the big city, she still got some dreams
Suckin’ biggest titties I done ever seen
I’m a dog, told me, jump up like a leash
Made her promises I know I’ll never keep
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Ain’t got no problem with bougie
But I can’t cuff her, that hoe too choosy, nah-nah
You know what she want
She want a nigga to spend all that money to cover the cost (Cover that cost)
She gettin’ calls from blocked numbers
Her ex-nigga fumbled, I guess that’s his loss
I might just pick up the next time we fuckin’ and tell her to make that shit talk
Talk, uh-uh-uh-uh, oh-oh
(See)
Ooh-wee
Ooh-wee (So I can see)
Ooh-wee
Can see (So I can see)
Ooh-wee
Ooh-wee (So I can see)
Ooh-wee
You gotta show up and fuck up the party
You gotta show up and go up the hardest
Throw on that outfit that show off the body
You flew to an island and worked on your body
You strict on the mind, you strict on the diet
Got out that Audi, turned out to a Masi
Professional thottie, make me feel like Gotti
Make me feel like Chapo, I still feel like Pablo
Killin’ these bitches like Griselda Blanco
But we on the westside, the gun in the Tahoe
Jesus piece on me, watch out for Diablo
We back outside, and you know that
She got ’em cockin’ like Kodak
I’m not that nigga to go out with p-p-p-p-p-p-pew at your skull cap
Put one in your head like epiphany
My bitch she wanna spend Christmas at Tiffany’s so bad
She treat a nigga with no bag like I treat a bitch with no titties and no ass, sheesh
(See)
Ooh-wee
Ooh-wee (So I can see)
Ooh-wee
So I can see (So I can see)
Ooh-wee
Ooh-wee (So I can see)
Ooh-wee
Slip off your dress, baby, so I can s—
Slip off your dress, baby, so I can s—
Slip off your dress, baby, so I can s—
Slip off your dress, baby, so I can s—
