Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) Spent ten hours on this flight, man (Flight, man) I'm tryna get revenge, You'll be all out of love in the end Take the one, feel vilified Devil got the move on the drop © 2020 Toutes les paroles sont la propriété et le copyright de leurs propriétaires. Plug like AOL You can’t see my sons, like the light don’t hit they side Fuck the club up, fuck the club up Bet you can’t take no L’s Whipping the tank (Wu-Tang, yeah) Last.fm Music | Copyright © 2020 CBS Interactive Inc. / All rights reserved. I'm sick of the drank (the drankin') Next city, no sleep You be all out of love in the end, Spent ten hours on this flight, man Family function, ain’t no friends, had a line around my ends Bitch, I'm with gang (Gang, yeah) You’ll be all out of love in the end, [Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott] Nah, nigga, nah, nigga, for real, we walkin' in this bitch heavy Next city, no sleep Niggas tryna move on the Scott and move that deep Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah In the function, and I’m fried, it’s a strive, it’s not a drive Bitch, I’m with gang (Gang, yeah) What's that smell? Can’t believe whatever I’m seein’ (I’m seein’) Hand me the H, I’ll sell Told the pilot ain't no flight plans Lost 21 grams And they know whenever I land Can't believe whatever I'm saying Family function, I ain't no friends Can't believe whatever I'm saying The party never ends In a motel, laying with my sins, yeah I'm tryna get revenge You be all out of love in the end In the function and I'm fried Wasn't no video dance (Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh) Make my own rules Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) Next city, no sleep, back to the 713, [Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott] Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch) I don't set picks, I just shoot Niggas tryna move on the Scott and move that deep And they know whenever I land (I land) They know me when they see me, nigga, ahhh! When they open wide Who say that I ain't gon' sell? Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah) (We walkin' in this bitch heavy) I said, “I ain’t gon’ tell” The party never ends It's the drop is not a drop Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (They know me when they see me, nigga) IMPRIMER [Intro: Juice WRLD] The party never ends In a motel layin’ 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 Told the pilot ain’t no flight plans I really don't pick, I just choose I’m tryna get revenge PAROLES. [Intro: Juice WRLD] It’s heaven’s scent Spent ten hours on this flight, man I told her it's B.Y.O.B., that mean buy your own booze Spent ten hours on this flight, man It's heaven-scent I'm sick of the drank (The drankin') My niggas gon' flame (Bang, yeah) Hand me the H, it sell Like I drop shit out the wind Album ASTROWORLD. You can't see my suns Gotta act a fool with the squad Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch) I can't go back there again Like the light don't hit this eye Who say that I ain’t gon’ sell? Buy by the pound so it ain't no scale Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) The party never ends My niggas gon' flame (bang, yeah) Told the pilot ain't no flight plans Lyrics Terms of Use, The party never ends Got your bitch on a plane, [Chorus: Sheck Wes & Juice WRLD] Family function, I ain't no friends When they open wide, it’s a riot, riot, [Outro: Sheck Wes] It's a riot, riot Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up It's heaven-scent Never got the move on the drop Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch) Can't be put in a box, gotta move on the opps Told the pilot ain't no flight plans Sheck Wes, Juice WRLD) [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 [Travis Scott:] Spent ten hours on this flight, man She said "I got it, nigga" The party never ends Tour Update : Travis Scott Announces Details for ASTROWORLD Wish You Were Here Tour, POPULAR SONG: Travis Scott feat. And they know whenever I land Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Ahh) (Yeah), Writer(s): Mike Dean, Sirgurjon Birgir Sigurdsson, Darnell Carlton, Ricky Dunigan, Jacques Webster, Jordan Michael Houston, Khadimou Fall, Robert Phillips, Bjork Gudmundsdottir, Paul D. Beauregard, Lola Chantrelle Mitchell, Cydel Charles Young, Ebony Naomi Oshunrinde, Bryan Lamar Simmons, Jarad Higgins, You will get 3 free months if you haven't already used an Apple Music free trial, Made with love & passion in Italy. Can’t move that deep, tryna run down, shit’s steep In a motel layin’ with my sins, yeah I’m sick of the drink (The drink, yeah) I'm tryna get revenge Fuck the club up, fuck the club up Now the dogs ain't civilized Travis Scott Lyrics "NO BYSTANDERS" (feat. Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch) The flippin’ of paint (The paint, yeah) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch) And, like I jump straight out the wind She said, “I got a nigga” Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up Can't believe whatever I'm saying She get trippy off Xans, lost 21 grams Wasn't no video dance Chopper gettin' screwed I told her it’s B.Y.O.B., that mean buy your own boobs Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up Like the light don't hit this eye And she did it on cam Buy it by the pound so it ain't no scale He don't wanna put me on top Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) Told the pilot ain’t no flight plans (Flight plans) He don't wanna put me on top Fuck the club up, fuck the club up Niggas tryna move on the Scott And they know whenever I land (Nah, nigga, nah, nigga, for real) Plug like AOL Can’t believe whatever I’m seein’ Fuck the club up, fuck the club up The flippin' of paint (paint, yeah) Grippin' the grain (Wood grain, yeah) Uh. "NO BYSTANDERS" lyrics. Spent ten hours on this flight, man Lyrics to 'NO BYSTANDERS' by Travis Scott. The party never ends In a motel, laying with my sins, yeah I'm tryna get revenge. (Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh), [Verse 2: Travis Scott] The flippin' of paint (Paint, yeah) I really don't pick, I just choose Fuck the club up, fuck the club up Put the city on the slam The party never ends. You'll be all out of love in the end This strive is not a drive Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Can't believe whatever I'm saying Who say that I ain't gon' sell? Put it on God In a motel layin’ with my sins, yeah Dodgin' hella sins In a motel, laying with my sins, yeah Chopper gettin' screwed Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch) Make my own rules, I really don’t pick, I just choose

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