NO BYSTANDERS

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

Spent ten hours on this flight, man

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh

Told the pilot ain't no flight plans

Can't believe whatever I'm seein'

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh

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 layin' 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 slam

She get trippy off Xans, lost twenty-one 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 picks, I just shoot

Chopped and get screwed

I told her it's B.Y.O.B., 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

Devil got the move on the drop

**** tryna move on the Scott

And move that deep, tryna run down, shit's steep

Gotta act a fool with the squad

Next city, no sleep, back to the 713

Spent ten hours on this flight, man

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh

Told the pilot ain't no flight plans

Can't believe whatever I'm seein'

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh

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, I'll sell, she said, "I got a ****"

I said, "I ain't gon' tell", buy it by the pound so it ain't no scale

I'm sick of the drink (The drink, yeah)

The flippin' of paint (Paint, yeah)

Grippin' the grain (Wood grain, yeah)

Whippin' the tank (Wu-Tang, yeah)

My **** gon' flame (Bang, yeah)

Bitch, I'm with gang, got your bitch on a plane (Gang, yeah)

Spent ten hours on this flight, man

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh

Told the pilot ain't no flight plans

Can't believe whatever I'm seein'

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh

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 (The party never ends)

Family function, 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's scent, and, like I jump straight out the wind

Dodgin' Hell and sins, I can't go back there again

Nah, the dawgs ain't civilized, take the one, feel vilified

You can't see my sons like the light don't hit they side

In the function, and I'm fried, it's a strive, it's not a drive

When they open wide, it's a riot, riot

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)

Nah, ****, nah, ****, 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, ****, ah!

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah)

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