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The party never ends | In a motel, laying with my sins, yeah | I'm tryna get revenge
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 picks, I just shoot Chopper gettin' screwed I told her it's B.Y.O.B., that mean buy your own boobs Put it on God He don't wanna 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 (Wu-Tang, 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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