screw it. here's the entire lyrics to FE!N by Travis Scott.
Just come outside for the night (yeah)
Take your time, get your light (yeah)
Johnny Dang, huh-uh
I 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 alive
Ain'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 ten
Playin' 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 end
She 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 hoes
I just been drippin' my ho (drippin' my ho)
This is a whole 'nother level, shawty
I got these hoes on they toes (hoes on they toes)
I put the bitch on the road
She tryna fuck on the O, hol' up, hol' up
I got this ho with me, she tryna show me some', hol' up, hol' up
I got flows for days, these niggas ain't knowin' none, hol' up, hol' up
Me and my bro locked in, you know we on one, hol' up (slatt, slatt)
We in the spot goin' crazy, until the sun up
You 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' up
Everything Homixide, Homixide (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein'-fein'
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
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Gustavo on January 17, 2023
I don't see how this is funny but okay
Charlie on January 19, 2023
hello Ella
Wolfgirl99 on January 20, 2023
so funny! i am screaming!
I AM WATCHING YOU on January 20, 2023
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lol on January 25, 2023
Experience
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laura on January 2, 2024
screw it. here's the entire lyrics to FE!N by Travis Scott. Just come outside for the night (yeah) Take your time, get your light (yeah) Johnny Dang, huh-uh I 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 alive Ain'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 ten Playin' 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 end She 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 hoes I just been drippin' my ho (drippin' my ho) This is a whole 'nother level, shawty I got these hoes on they toes (hoes on they toes) I put the bitch on the road She tryna fuck on the O, hol' up, hol' up I got this ho with me, she tryna show me some', hol' up, hol' up I got flows for days, these niggas ain't knowin' none, hol' up, hol' up Me and my bro locked in, you know we on one, hol' up (slatt, slatt) We in the spot goin' crazy, until the sun up You 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' up Everything Homixide, Homixide (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide) Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein'-fein' (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
screw it. on December 4, 2024