Paroles et traduction de la chanson «FE!N (Ft. Playboi Carti)» par Travis Scott

(Travis Scott & Sheck Wes)
Just come outside, for the night (Yeah)
Take your time, get your light (Yeah)
Johnny Dang, huh-uh
I been out geekin'
Bitch!
Allé sors juste pour cette nuit (Ouais)
Prends ton temps, prends ta lumière (Ouais)
Johnny Dang, hein-euh
Je suis défoncé
Sal*pe

(Refrain: Playboi Carti, Sheck Wes & Travis Scott)
Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien' (Yeah)
Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien' (Yeah)
Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien'
Fien', fien' (Yeah), fien', fien', fien'
Addict, addict, addict, addict, addict (Ouais)
Addict, addict, addict, addict, addict (Ouais)
Addict, addict, addict, addict, addict
Addict, addict, addict, addict, addict (Ouais)

(Travis Scott & Sheck Wes)
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', not 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 bih' bite (That bitch bite)
But alright (Alright), tryna vibe (Tryna vibe like this)
In the night, come alive
Ain't asleep, ain't a—, ain't a—, ain't-ain't-ain't—
La carrière est plus en jeu quand tu es dans la fleur de l'âge (En jeu)
J'emmerde l’argent, bébé, mon visage sur la ligne pointillée (Point, ouais)
Je sors de la ville pour avoir l'esprit tranquille (Ouais, ouais, sal*pe)
C'est comme toujours ils veulent juste un morceau de moi (Ah)
Je me suis concentré sur l'avenir, jamais sur le moment (Ah)
Ce que je sirote, pas de la kombucha, c'est rose ou marron
Je suis celui qui a fait de toi ce que tu es en ce moment (Mm, allons-y)
Oh mon Dieu, cette chienne mord (cette chienne mord)
Mais d'accord (d'accord), j'essaie de m’ambiancer
Je prends vie la nuit
Je ne dors pas

(Refrain: Playboi Carti)
Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien'
Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien'
Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien'
Fien', fien', fien', fien'
Fien', fien', fien', fien'
Addict, addict, addict, addict, addict
Addict, addict, addict, addict, addict
Addict, addict, addict, addict, addict
Addict, addict, addict, addict, addict

(Playboi Carti)
Syrup, woah, what?
What?
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide) What?
(Yeah, woah, yeah, yeah)
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, yeah)
(Yeah, hol' up, yeah)
Sirop, woah, quoi?
Quoi?
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide) Quoi ?
(Ouais, woah, ouais, ouais)
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, ouais)
(Ouais, attends, ouais)

(Playboi Carti)
Yeah, I just been poppin' my shit it's been gettin' live, hol' up (Shit)
Yeah, you try to come 'round 'bout this shit, they poppin' ya tires, hol' up (Shit)
Uh, hunnid round, woah, feel it, knock 'em on ten
Playin' both sides with these hoes (Hol' up)
Shawty, I'm fuckin' yo' friends (Hol' up)
I been goin' crazy, shawty, I been handlin' these bands
She not innocent, uh, shit, she tryna go—
Ouais, je fais mon truc, attends (Merde)
Ouais, si tu viens, ils crevent tes pneus, attends (Merde)
Euh, on les frappe, cent tours
Je joue des deux côtés avec ces salopes (Attends)
Chérie, je ba*se tes copines (attends)
Je deviens fou, chérie, je gère tout cet argent
Elle n'est pas innocente, euh, merde, elle veut devenir

(Refrain: Playboi Carti & Travis Scott)
Fien', fien' (Yeah, talm 'bout), fien', fien'-fien' (Syrup, oh-oh, what?)
Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien' (Syrup, oh-oh)
Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien'-fien' (Talkin' bout, talm 'bout, let's go)
Addict, addict, addict, addict (Sirop, oh-oh, quoi?)
Addict, addict, addict, addict (Sirop, oh-oh)
Addict, addict, addict, addict (Allons-y)

(Playboi Carti & Travis Scott)
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 this bitch on the road
She tryna fuck on the O, hol' up, hol' up
I got this ho with me, she tryna show me sum', hol' up, hol' up
I got flows for days, these niggas ain't know nun', hol' up, hol' up
Me and my bro locked in, you know we on one, hol' up
We in the spot goin' crazy, until the sun up
You worried about that ho, that ho done chose us (Bitch-ass)
Uh, pistols all in the kitchen, can't get it to cold, uh, hol' up, yeah (Wow)
Fien', fien', fien' (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, yeah)
Why the fuck these niggas actin' like they know us?
Double 0, Cactus, this shit we towed up (Skrrt, skrrt)
Switch out the bag, these niggas get rolled up (It's lit, hol' up, slatt)
Everything hit, hol' up, everything Homixide, Homixide (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
J’offre des diamants à mes sal*pes
Ma sal*pe est stylée
C'est un tout autre niveau, chérie
Je les surprends
Je lui demande de partir
Elle veut ba*ser, attends, attends
J'ai cette p*te avec moi, elle veut me montrer quelque chose, attends, attends
J'ai beaucoup de flow, ces négr*s ne savent rien, attends, attends
Je suis toujours avec mon frère, attends
On se déchaîne, jusqu'au lever du soleil
Tu t'inquiètes pour cette sal*pe, elle nous a choisit (Sal*pe)
Euh, tous les pistolets dans la cuisine, euh, attends, ouais (Wow)
Addict, addict, addict (Attends, attends, attends, attends, ouais)
Pourquoi ces négr*s font comme s'ils nous connaissaient ?
Double O, Cactus, on leur a dit (Skrrt, skrrt)
On change le sac, ces négr*s se font avoir
Tout est allumé, attends, Homixide, Homixide (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)

(Playboi Carti)
Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien'-fien'
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Addict, addict, addict, addict
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)