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[Intro: Juice WRLD]
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

[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
Told the pilot ain’t no flight plans
Can’t believe whatever I’m seeing
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Sheck Wes]
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)

[Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
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

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Bicentennial men
Put the city on slam
She get trippy off Xans
Lost 21 grams
And she did it on cam
Weren’t no video dance
Make my own rules
I really don’t pick, I just choose
I don’t send pics, I just shoot
Chopper gettin’ screwed
I told her it’s B.Y.O.B., that mean buy your own booze
Put it on God, he the one who 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

[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
Told the pilot ain’t no flight plans
Can’t believe whatever I’m seeing
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Sheck Wes]
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)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
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 it, nigga”
I said “I ain’t gon’ tell”
Buy it 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 (grain, yeah)
Whipping Wu-Tang (Wu-Tang, yeah)
My niggas gon’ flame (bang, yeah)
Bitch, I’m with gang (gang, yeah)
Got your bitch on the plane

[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
Told the pilot ain’t no flight plans
Can’t believe whatever I’m seeing
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Sheck Wes]
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)

[Segue: Juice WRLD]
The party never ends

[Chorus: Sheck Wes & Juice WRLD]
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

[Verse 3: Travis Scott]
Family function, ain’t no friends
Had a line around my ends
Turned ’em into Ms
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
It’s the drop is not a drop
When they open wide
It’s a ride, right?

[Outro: Sheck Wes]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Nah, nigga, nah, nigga, 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, nigga, ahhh!
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
I don’t wanna wake up
I want you spread out on the sheets
Said her pussy so good
And her pussy so sweet
I don’t wanna wake up
I want it flowing through my streams
Getting me hot
Under my feet
I don’t wanna wake up

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Please don’t wake me up, I feel it creeping (yeah)
Controlling how you moving, lucid dreaming (dreams)
Always on the side of different seasons, yeah, yeah
Took the belt-way down to your hood
Say you was in the crowd, I never looked
Looking back how things came back around
Guess I was hooked
Burn the bread and then we burn the town
We both was cooked, yeah
Nah, nah, please don’t wake me up, feel like I’m dreamin’
Any given Sunday, you can get it, Willie Beamon
I can make your Mondays even better like the weekend
That’s my coco out my ice tea (coco, yeah, yeah)
Bend her over for some piping (it’s lit!)
Bust a cloud, shoot the lightning (pop it)
Pop it now, no, we can’t sleep

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
I don’t wanna wake up (yeah)
Want you spread out on the sheets (it’s lit!)
Say, pussy so good (pop it)
Oh, pussy so sweet (yeah)
When I wake up (yeah, yeah)
Wanna drop top on the beach (straight up)
Getting me high, yeah (yeah)
Under my feet
When I wake up

[Verse 2: The Weeknd]
You decide if I live or die
When you’re close, I’m alive, I can feel the sky
I just want your body close to me (oh)
And if I OD
I’ll be alone with no heartbeat
I hold the hills with a coast in the Lambo
And the doors going up, suicide

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
I don’t wanna wake up (I don’t wanna wake up)
I want you spread out on the sheets (want you spread out on the sheets)
‘Cause that pussy so good (pussy so good)
Girl, that pussy so sweet (pussy so sweet)
I don’t wanna wake up (I don’t wanna wake up)
I want it flowing through my streams (want it flowing through my streams)
Ha, getting me hot (getting me hot)
Oh, under my feet (under my feet)
I don’t wanna wake up (yeah)

[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping through my window?
Before you come outside, I got the M4
Took her to the endzone from The Ends, though
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for?
All that out-your-name shit, that ain’t called for, mm

[Verse 1]
Who that creepin’? Know the tint is dark (five percent)
All that fall-in-love shit, got it Kevin Hart (yeah, yeah)
All that speed and fly shit, we might teleport, yuh (skrr, skrr)
All that cop a rack shit, I might clip a sarge, yuh (twelve)
Keep bouncin’ that ass, you just might get award, yeah
If she bad, she get a pass into the tour (passes yeah)
I pick through the family, grab the bad sister like Janet
Opps outside, don’t panic
Gotta switch, gotta change up transit
Still jump around, move antsy
And I still don’t like shit fancy
Up late feelin’ real chancy
They outside really tryna end me, yeah

[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping through my window? (my window)
Before you come outside, I got the M4 (M4)
Took her to the endzone from The Ends, though (yah)
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (eah)
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (yah)
All that out-your-name shit, that ain’t called for (yah)

[Verse 2]
Who the fuck is this?
Met somebody baby mama inside of the VIP
While I’m tryna tip
Shawty said she holding, got a razor in her lip
Mix my cup and twist one up, I love that ratchet shit
She like “I-I-Iced out wrist, iced out, iced out wrist” (iced out wrist)
Fuck don’t kiss, fuck, she fuck don’t kiss (mwah)
Look like friends, but she say they twins (twins)
Jump right in, there’s leg room in this Benz (leg room in this Benz)
Ten miles to the crib, you know that’s deep (deep, yeah)
I think there’s someone out there watching me, yeah

[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping through my window? (my window, who?)
Before you come outside, I got the M4 (M4)
Took her to the end zone from The Ends, though (yeah)
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (lick)
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (yah, Jack)
All that out your new shit, that ain’t called for (yah)

[Outro]
Who’s that creeping through my window?
Before you come outside, I got the M4
Took her to the end zone from The Ends, though
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more

[Intro: Travis Scott]
Ooh

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Me and my bitch, I swear we like the same sex (ooh)
Fuck with all my chains on, let’s have chain sex (serve, yeah)
Hangin’ with the gang, you get your fangs wet (wet)
Wanna kick with the gang, you gotta bang it (it’s lit)
If you gon’ throw ice on, gotta swang it (ice)
Holes in the wall, I can not hang it (nah)
Pour different colors, sippin’, tainted (ooh)
Whole thing of vultures start vibratin’ (rawr)

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Don’t do playgrounds, we do not swing sets (swing)
Shawty got the K, don’t entertain threats (grah-grah)
Shawty came my way she brought the same sex (same)
Bust it down, she talkin’ body language (it’s lit)
Eating that punane got my bangs wet (eat it up)
We gon’ have to change for the banquet (drippin’)
Solo with Mussain is not the same specs (skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up, left with something I ain’t came with (alright)

[Interlude: Travis Scott]
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, ice, froze, go, get, gone
Get gone (yah! yah!)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Three main bitches thinkin’ they my main bitch (21, 21)
Hit the club and swap the hoes I came with (straight up, straight up)
Don’t you come outside, we on that gang shit (straight up, straight up)
Had to switch my t-shirt ’cause she stained it (on God)
Had to buy a visa, she from Moscow (21)
Fuckin’ ’round with Travis, you get crossed out (crossed out)
He used to be on, that nigga off now (he off now)
I done got so rich, I Saint Laurent my dogs now (straight up, straight up)
Earrings cost a quarter certified by GIA (21)
If it’s ’bout my bae or ’bout some smoke I’m on my way (skrrt, skrrt)
Your bitch gave the kid Cudi but I’m not signed to Ye (on God)
I nutted on her cheek, her new nickname is Baby Face (21)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Me and my bitch, I swear we like the same sex (ooh)
Fuck with all my chains on, let’s have chain sex (serve, yeah)
Hangin’ with the gang, you get your fangs wet (wet)
Wanna kick with the gang, you gotta bang it (it’s lit)
If you gon’ throw ice on, gotta swang it (ice)
Holes in the wall, I can not hang it (nah)
Pour different colors, sippin’, tainted (ooh)
Woah think a vibe just start vibratin’ (rawr)

[Verse]
Scooby dooby doo (bark)
He a dog in the bed
Mayo on bread
How I spread my legs (open me up)
Bring flowers instead
Cause when I’m done, the twat should be dead, casket
Stomach like a beauty salon
Cause I swallow every pubic hair shed
Pause on that dick when I’m on it
I might scream “Cut”, Nia Long it
The dick like Ariana ponytail cause I swear that shit was the longest (It was)
He said how far can I [?], I said “Everything, I condone it”
His dick ain’t got nowhere to stay so I let him sleep in this pussy to help out the homeless
Tryna get stupid, stupid, wait
I like to move it, move it, wait
Dick in the hole then it start to roll, look like it’s hula hooping, wait
I ain’t talking [?] when I tell him shoot his shot
Sweating like a thug when they running from the cops
I’m good eye candy even to Fetty Wap
I’m known for the head like a fuckin’ face swap
Tinted windows every time we outside
Cause I suck that dick while he drive (While he drive)
Let him masturbate with french fries (fries)
Don’t tell nobody like a mime (mime)
Toss my legs in the air like a dime (dime)
He cum(come) quick like Amazon Prime
So when I start running on the dick, made him hold an umbrella over my head this time

[Hook]
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
The shit that we on, gotta wait til you grown til you get 21 like Blackjack
While sucking his dick still jacking him off get an A for this brain that’s Blackjack

[Verse 2]
It ain’t shit under this coat (I’m naked)
No facebook, I get poked (Poke me)
This day giving me hope
[?]
Yeah, I’m gon hold that dick in my hand like the mic in the hands of a host
Wait, french kiss a pussy one time then in the morning go and make me french toast (Yum)
One stroke in, he gon lay down
Kids all on me like a playground (on my face)
Imma ride that dick like a Greyhound
[?] for that nigga like H Town
Still want more, Tic Tac Toe
Nigga just got 3 holes in a row
Chocolate hoe, the Kit Kat pro
He call cause the pussy smell like Dial Soap
Let’s take a bath together
It don’t need to last forever (No)
Pussy looking real plus size
Now we doing math together
It’s like 1 2 3 then he give me that foreplay
3 2 1 then I give him that “Okay”
I’m locked to the bed handcuffed like OJ
5 6 7 he ate it slowly
Grocery list can go up in the casket
It taste like water so he wanna [?]
I can’t be Sullivan, not talking Jazmine
Tapping this ass like a picture when tagging
Swaggin’ not to be braggin
But the pussy feel like cushion if your name [?]
It’s the best feeling like touching some satin
Pay to eat pussy, ain’t no dine and dashin’

[Hook]
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
The shit that we on, gotta wait til you grown til you get 21 like Blackjack
While sucking his dick still jacking him off get an A for this brain like Blackjack
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
The shit that we on, gotta wait til you grown til you get 21 like Blackjack
While sucking his dick still jacking him off get an A for this brain that’s Blackjack