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Travis Scott - NO BYSTANDERS (Audio)
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INTERPRÉTATION
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Chant
Juice WRLD
Juice WRLD
Chant
Björk
Björk
Artiste samplé
Sheck Wes
Sheck Wes
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Khadimoul Fall
Khadimoul Fall
Paroles/Composition
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Paroles/Composition
Jarad Higgins
Jarad Higgins
Paroles/Composition
Cydel Young
Cydel Young
Paroles/Composition
Björk
Björk
Paroles/Composition
Sigurjon Sigurdsson
Sigurjon Sigurdsson
Paroles/Composition
Paul Beauregard
Paul Beauregard
Paroles/Composition
Ricky Dunigan
Ricky Dunigan
Paroles/Composition
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Paroles/Composition
Bryan Simmons
Bryan Simmons
Paroles/Composition
Ebony Oshunrinde
Ebony Oshunrinde
Paroles/Composition
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
David Stromberg
David Stromberg
Assistance de production
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Ingénierie de mixage
Gezin 808 Mafia
Gezin 808 Mafia
Production
Jimmy Cash
Jimmy Cash
Ingénierie de mixage
Zach Steele
Zach Steele
Ingénierie de mixage
Skyler McLean
Skyler McLean
Assistance d’ingénierie
Sean Solymor
Sean Solymor
Assistance d’ingénierie
WondaGurl
WondaGurl
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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 Spent ten hours on this flight, man Told the pilot ain't no flight plans Can't believe whatever I'm saying And they know whenever I land Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 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 In a motel, laying with my sins, yeah I'm tryna get revenge You'll be all out of love in the end Bicentennial man 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 set pics, I just shoot Chopper gettin' screwed I told her it's BYOB, that mean buy your own boobs Put it on God He the one that 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 Spent ten hours on this flight, man Told the pilot ain't no flight plans Can't believe whatever I'm saying And they know whenever I land Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 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) 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, it sell She said, I got a nigga I said, I ain't gon' tell Buy 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 (wood grain, yeah) Whipping the tank (whip tank, yeah) My niggas gon' flame (bang, yeah) Bitch, I'm with gang (gang, yeah) Got your bitch on the plane Spent ten hours on this flight, man Told the pilot ain't no flight plans Can't believe whatever I'm saying And they know whenever I land Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 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 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 Family function, I ain't no friends Had a line around my ends Turned 'em into M's 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 This strive is not a drive When they open wide It's a riot, riot Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) (nah, nigga, nah, nigga, for real) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) (we walkin' in this bitch heavy) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (they know me when they see me, nigga) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (ahh) (yeah)
Writer(s): Khadimou Fall, Cydel Charles Young, Bryan Lamar Simmons, Jarad Higgins, Jordan Michael Houston, Robert Phillips, Ebony Naomi Oshunrinde, Jacques Webster, Ricky Dunigan, Lola Chantrelle Mitchell, Darnell Carlton, Paul D. Beauregard, Sirgurjon Birgir Sigurdsson, Bjork Gudmundsdottir, Mike Dean Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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