FE!N Lyrics – Travis Scott & Playboi Carti

FE!N Lyrics – Travis Scott &  Playboi Carti

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FE!N Lyrics is Sung by Travis Scott. FE!N Lyrics is written by Jacques Webster.

Song Details

Song NameFE!N
SingerTravis Scott & Playboi Carti
AlbumUTOPIA
SongwriterJahaan Sweet
LabelTravis Scott

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FE!N Lyrics

Just come outside
For the night (Yeah)
Take your time
Get your light (Yeah)
Johnny Dang, yeah, yeah
I been out geekin’ (I just)
Bitch

FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Yeah)
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Yeah)
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N (Yeah), FE!N, FE!N, FE!N

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)
What I’m sippin’ not kombucha, either pink or brown (It’s lit)
I’m the one that introduced you to the you right now (Mmm, let’s go)
Oh my God, that bitch bite (That bitch bite)
Well, alright (Alright), tryna vibe (I’m tryna vibe this)
In the night, come alive
Ain’t asleep
Ain’t a—, ain’t a—, ain’t—, ain’t—, ain’t—
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FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N

I’m wit’ Travis
Uh, I’m wit’ Travis
Uh, I’m wit’ Travis
Killin’ shit, doin’ it right to film
Geek, geek (Geek, geek)
Yeah, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hit, everything hit, yeah

I just been poppin’ my shit and forgettin’ it live, hold up (Hold up, shit)
Yeah, you try to come wrong ’bout this shit, we poppin’ your tires, hold up (Shit)
Uh, run around, huh, uh (Woah), feelin’ like I’m on ten (Hold up)
Playin’ both sides with this ho, shawty, I’m fuckin’ your friend (Hol’ up)
I’ve been goin’ crazy, huh, I’ve been on the deep end
Hol’ up, she not innocent, hol’ up, shawty just tryna go

FE!N, FE!N (Yeah), FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Oh, oh)
FE!N, FE!N (Talkin’ ’bout), FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Talkin’ ’bout, let’s go)
[Verse 3: Playboi Carti]
Uh, I just been icin’ my ho, huh (My ho), I just been drippin’ my ho, yeah
This is that expensive drip, hol’ up, I got the ho on her toe, huh
I put ya’ ho on the road, shawty wanna play wit’ the O, yeah, yeah
I got the ho with me, she ’boutta show me some’, hol’ up, hol’ up (Oh)
I got flows for days, these niggas ain’t on nothin’, hold up, hold up (Oh)
Me and my bro locked in, you know we on one, hol’ up, hol’ up (Slatt, slatt)
We in the spot goin’ crazy until the sun up, hol’ up, hol’ up
You worried about that ho, that ho done chose up, hold up, hold up
Pistols all in the kitchen, can’t give the zip code up, hold up, hold up (Wow-wow)

FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
Hold up (Homixide, yeah)

Why the fuck these niggas actin’ like they know us? Hold up, uh
Double O, Cactus, hold up, yeah we towed up (Yeah, we towed up, skrrt, skrrt), uh
Switch out the bag, these niggas get rolled up (It’s lit)
Everything lit, hold up, everything, everything, everything

FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N-FE!N

Shawty, why you shakin’? Only wanna meet (Yeah, bitch)
Racks on my mind, racks on my sneakers (What?)
Took her from the stage, straight to the bleachers (Bitch)
Young Sheck Wes be wildin’ when I’m on the beat (Yeah, bitch)
I buss her up, then cut her off, ’cause I don’t need her (Wow)
Damn, mother, it’s gon’ burn, baby (Burn)
I can’t get invested, just my turn, baby (It’s just my turn)
I jump off the roof and crash a turntables (Crash a turn, phew)
The tables never turn, we got the scouts (Bitch)
I’ma make her fiend (Fiend)
We pull up, make a scene (Yaow)
Bust down my ho, my team (Yeah)
Been doin’ this shit since a teen (Yeah), scream

FE!N (Yeah), FE!N (Bitch), FE!N (Yeah), FE!N (Yeah)
FE!N (Yaow), FE!N, FE!N (Bitch, yaow)
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N

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