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Lirik Lagu FE!N - Travis Scott Ft Playboi Carti: In The Night, Come Alive Ain't Asleep, Ain't A-

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TRIBUN-VIDEO.COM - Lirik lagu FE!N - Travis Scott ft Playboi Carti:

Just come outside for the night (yeah)Take your time, get your light (yeah)Johnny Dang, huh-uhI been out geekin'Bitch

Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein' (yeah)Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein' (yeah)Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein'Fein', fein', fein', fein' (yeah)

The career's more at stake when you in your prime (at stake)Fuck that paper, baby, my face on the dotted line (dot, yeah)I been flyin' out of town for some peace of mind (yeah, yeah, bitch)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 bitch bite (that bitch bite)But alright (alright), tryna vibe (tryna vibe this)In the night, come aliveAin't asleep, ain't a-, ain't a-, ain't-ain't-ain't-

Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein'Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein'Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein'Fein', fein', fein', fein', fein'Fein', fein', fein'

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 shit it's been gettin' live, hol' up (shit)Yeah, you try to come wrong 'bout this shit, we poppin' ya tires, hol' up (shit)Uh, hunnid round, whoa, feelin' like I'm on tenPlayin' both sides with these hoes (hol' up)Shawty, I'm fuckin' yo' friends (hol' up)I been goin' crazy, shawty, I've been in the deep endShe not innocent, uh, shit, she tryna go

Fein', fein' (talm 'bout), fein', fein'-fein'-fein' (yeah, syrup, oh-oh, what?)Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein'-fein' (syrup, oh-oh)Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein'-fein' (talm 'bout, talm 'bout, let's go)

I just been icin' my hoesI just been drippin' my ho (drippin' my ho)This is a whole 'nother level, shawtyI got these hoes on they toes (hoes on they toes)I put the bitch on the roadShe tryna fuck on the O, hol' up, hol' upI got this ho with me, she tryna show me some', hol' up, hol' upI got flows for days, these niggas ain't knowin' none, hol' up, hol' upMe and my bro locked in, you know we on one, hol' up (slatt, slatt)We in the spot goin' crazy, until the sun upYou worried about that ho, that ho done chose us (slatt, bitch-ass)Uh, pistols all in the kitchen, can't give the zip code up, hol' up, yeah (wow)Fein', fein', fein' (hol' up, hol' up, huh, yeah)Why the fuck 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' upEverything Homixide, Homixide (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)

Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein'-fein'(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)

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