NO BYSTANDERS

Lyrics

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)
 
 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)
 

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Duration
03:38
Key
1
Tempo
147 BPM

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