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• "Fe!n" (stylized in all caps; pronounced "fiend") is a song by American rapper Travis Scott, released on July 28, 2023, from his fourth studio album Utopia.

• It features American rapper Playboi Carti and additional vocals from American rapper Sheck Wes.

• Desmond Leake of Paste wrote it "gives us a nice insight into the reclusive rapper's new sound, featuring the addictive refrain of 'Fein Fein' throughout the entire track."

• "Fe!n" reached the US Billboard Hot 100 No.5, and the US Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Songs (Billboard) No. 2.
-Wikipedia-
Performed By: Travis Scott
From Album: Utopia
Genre(s): Rage
Length: 4:34
Written by: Jacques Webster, Jordan Carter, Jahaan Sweet, Khadimou Fall
Produced by: Travis Scott, Sweet
Released: July 28th, 2023
Year: 2023




Travis Scott - FE!N Lyrics
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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)
F*ck 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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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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)
F*ck 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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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Writer: Jacques Webster, Jordan Carter, Jahaan Sweet, Khadimou Fall
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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