LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeNo Bystanders (Feat. Sheck Wes, Juice WRLD)
The party never endsIn a motel, laying with my sins, yeahI'm tryna get revengeYou'll be all out of love in the endSpent ten hours on this flight, manTold the pilot ain't no flight plansCan't believe whatever I'm seeingAnd they know whenever I landYeah, yeah, yeah, yeahFuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)Fuck the club up, fuck the club upFuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)The party never endsIn a motel, laying with my sins, yeahI'm tryna get revengeYou'll be all out of love in the endBicentennial man, put the city on slamShe get trippy off XansLost 21 grams, and she did it on camWeren't no video danceMake my own rules, I really don't pick, I just chooseI don't set picks, I just shootChopper gettin' screwedI told her it's B. Y. O. B. , that mean buy your own boobsPut it on God, He the one who put me on topCan't be put in a boxGotta move on the opps, never got the move on the dropNiggas tryna move on the ScottAnd move that deep, tryna run down, shit's deepGotta act a fool with the squadNext city, no sleep, back to the 713Spent ten hours on this flight, manTold the pilot ain't no flight plansCan't believe whatever I'm seeingAnd they know whenever I landYeah, yeah, yeah, yeahFuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)Fuck the club up, fuck the club upFuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)Heartbreak hotelBet you can't take no L'sPlug like AOLWho say that I ain't gon' sell?Hand me the H, I'll sellShe said "I got it, nigga"I said "I ain't gon' tell"Buy it by the pound so it ain't no scaleI'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 planeSpent ten hours on this flight, manTold the pilot ain't no flight plansCan't believe whatever I'm seeingAnd they know whenever I landYeah, yeah, yeah, yeahFuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)Fuck the club up, fuck the club upFuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)The party never endsFuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)Fuck the club up, fuck the club upFuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)The party never endsFamily function, ain't no friends, had a line around my endsTurned 'em into Ms, why you tryna make amends?What's that smell? It's heaven's scentLike I drop shade out the windDodgin' hella sins, I can't go back there againNah, the dawgs ain't civilized, take the one, feel vilifiedYou can't see my suns, like the light don't hit this eyeIn the function and I'm fried, this here strive is not a driveWhen they open wide, it's a riot, riotFuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)Nah, nigga, nah, nigga, for real, we walkin' in this bitch heavyFuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)Fuck the club up, fuck the club upThey know me when they see me, nigga, ahh!Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)
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