FE!N - Travis Scott/Playboi Carti
Lyrics by：Jacques Webster/Jahaan Sweet/Jordan Carter/Khadimou Fall
Composed by：Jacques Webster/Jahaan Sweet/Jordan Carter/Khadimou Fall
Produced by：Travis Scott
Just come outside for the night yeah
Take your time get your light yeah
Johnny Dang huh-uh
I been out geekin'
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The career's more at stake when you
In your prime at stake
**** that paper baby my face
On the dotted line dot yeah
I been flyin' out of town for
Some peace of mind yeah yeah *****
It's like always they just want
A piece of mine ah
I been focused on the future never
On right now ah
But I'm sippin' that kombucha either
Pink or brown it's lit
I'm the one that introduced
You to the you
Right now mm let's go
Oh my God that ***** bite that ***** bite
But alright alright tryna vibe tryna vibe this
In the night come alive
Ain't asleep ain't a- ain't a- ain't-ain't-ain't
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Syrup whoa what
What
Homixide Homixide Homixide Homixide what
Yeah whoa yeah yeah
Homixide Homixide Homixide Homixide yeah
Yeah hol' up yeah
Yeah I just been poppin' my ****
It's been gettin' live hol' up ****
Yeah you try to come wrong 'bout
This **** we poppin' ya tires hol' up ****
Uh hunnid round whoa feelin' like I'm on ten
Playin' both sides with these h*es hol' up
Shawty I'm ******* yo' friends hol' up
I been goin' crazy shawty I've been in the deep end
She not innocent uh **** she tryna go
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Yeah syrup oh-oh what
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Syrup oh-oh
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I just been icin' my h*es
I just been drippin' my ho drippin' my ho
This is a whole 'nother level shawty
I got these h*es on they toes h*es on they toes
I put the ***** on the road
She tryna **** on the
O hol' up hol' up
I got this ho with me she tryna show me
Some' hol' up hol' up
I got flows for days these niggas ain't
Knowin' none hol' up hol' up
Me and my bro locked in you know we on
One hol' up slatt slatt
We in the spot goin' crazy until the sun up
You worried about that ho that ho done
Chose us slatt
Uh pistols all in the kitchen can't
Give the zip code up hol' up yeah wow
Fien' fien' fien' hol' up hol' up huh yeah
Why the **** these niggas actin' like they know us
Double O Cactus yeah we towed up uh skrrt skrrt
Switch out the bag these niggas get rolled up
Hol' up slatt it's lit
Everything hit hol' up
Everything Homixide Homixide
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