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NO BYSTANDERS
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Travis Scott
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The party never ends In a motel laying with my sins, yeah I'm tryna get revenge You'll be all out of love in the end Spent ten hours on this flight, man Told the pilot ain't no flight plans Can't believe whatever I'm seeing And they know whenever I land Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah) The party never ends In a motel laying with my sins, yeah I'm tryna get revenge You'll be all out of love in the end Bicentennial man, put the city on slam She get trippy off Xans, lost 21 grams And she did it on cam, wasn't no video dance Make my own rules, I really don't pick, I just choose I don't set picks, I just shoot Chop and get screwed I told her it's B.Y.O.B., that mean buy your own boobs Put it on God, He the one who put me on top Can't be put in a box, gotta move on the opps Never got the move on the drop Niggas tryna move on the Scott And move that deep, tryna run down, shit's steep Gotta act a fool with the squad Next city, no sleep, back to the 713 Spent ten hours on this flight, man Told the pilot ain't no flight plans Can't believe whatever I'm seeing And they know whenever I land Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah) Heartbreak hotel Bet you can't take no L's Plug like AOL Who say that I ain't gon' sell? Hand me the H, I'll sell She said "I got a nigga" I said "I ain't gon' tell" Buy it by the pound so it ain't no scale I'm sick of the drank (The drank, yeah) The flippin' of paint (The paint, yeah) Grippin' the grain (Wood grain, yeah) Whipping the tank (Wu-Tang, yeah) My niggas gon' flame (Bang, yeah) Bitch, I'm with gang (Gang, yeah) Got your bitch on the plane Spent ten hours on this flight, man Told the pilot ain't no flight plans Can't believe whatever I'm seeing And they know whenever I land Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah) The party never ends Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah) The party never ends Family function, ain't no friends, had a line around my ends Turned 'em into Ms, why you tryna make amends? What's that smell? It's heaven's scent Like I drop shade out the wind Dodgin' hell and sins, I can't go back there again Nah, the dawgs ain't civilized, take the one, feel vilified You can't see my sons, like the light don't hit they side In the function and I'm fried, this strive is not a drive When they open wide, it's a riot, riot Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) Nah, nigga, nah, nigga, for real, we walkin' in this bitch heavy Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up They know me when they see me, nigga, ahhh! Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah) Uh
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