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Correct NO BYSTANDERS Lyrics
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(feat. Juice WRLD & Sheck Wes) [Intro: Juice WRLD] 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 [Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott] Spent ten hours on this flight, man Tell the pilot ain't no flight plans Can't believe whatever I'm saying And they know whenever I land Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Sheck Wes] 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) [Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD] 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 [Verse 1: Travis Scott] Bicentennial men Put the city on the 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 send pics, I just shoot Chopper gettin' screwed I told her it's B.Y.O.B., that mean buy your own booze 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 deep Gotta act a fool with the squad Next city, no sleep Back to the 713 [Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott] Spent ten hours on this flight, man Tell the pilot ain't no flight plans Can't believe whatever I'm saying And they know whenever I land Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Sheck Wes] 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) [Verse 2: Travis Scott] 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 it, 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 drankin') The flippin' of paint (paint, yeah) Grippin' the grain (grain, yeah) Whipping Wu-Tang (Wu-Tang, yeah) My niggas gon' flame (bang, yeah) Bitch, I'm with gang (gang, yeah) Got your bitch on the plane [Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott] Spent ten hours on this flight, man Tell the pilot ain't no flight plans Can't believe whatever I'm saying And they know whenever I land Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Sheck Wes] 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) [Segue: Juice WRLD] The party never ends [Chorus: Sheck Wes & Juice WRLD] 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 [Verse 3: Travis Scott] Family function, I 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-scent Like I drop shit out the wind Dodgin' hella sins I can't go back there again Now the dogs ain't civilized Take the one, feel vilified You can't see my suns Like the light don't hit this eye In the function and I'm fried It's the drop is not a drop When they open wide It's a ride, right? [Outro: Sheck Wes] 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)
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