Paroles de la chanson "NO BYSTANDERS de Travis Scott feat. Sheck Wes & Juice WRLD"
🔥 Les paroles de cette chanson expriment une émotion de Colère avec un sentiment Negatif 💔. Elles abordent principalement les thèmes : revanche, fête, sins.
—Pont: 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
—Pré-refrain: Travis Scott—
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
—Refrain principal: 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)
—Pont: 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
—Couplet 1: Travis Scott—
Bicentennial man, put the city on slam
She get trippy off Xans
Lost 21 grams, and she did it on cam
Weren't no video dance
Make my own rules, I really don't pick, I just choose
I don't set picks, I just shoot
Chopper gettin' 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 deep
Gotta act a fool with the squad
Next city, no sleep, back to the 713
—Pré-refrain: Travis Scott—
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
—Refrain principal: 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)
—Couplet 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 (the paint, yeah)
Grippin' the grain (the 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
—Pré-refrain: Travis Scott—
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
—Refrain principal: 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
—Refrain principal: 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
—Couplet 3: Travis Scott—
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' hella sins, I can't go back there again
Nah, the dawgs 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, this here strive is not a drive
When they open wide, it's a riot, riot
—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)
Les paroles sont fournies uniquement à des fins éducatives et informatives. Epic Records, a division of Sony Music Entertainment. With Cactus Jack and Grand Hustle.
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