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Both Ways (Official Audio)
Juice WRLD
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Ayy
Huh-huh, hey
Baby, I'm too high, I ain't wanna fuck no way (Way too high)
Cookie crisp, woo (Ya dig)
Baby, I'm too high, I ain't wanna fuck no way (I ain't wanna fuck, no)
Bitch, you got some nerve, claimin' that you know me
(Claimin' that you know)
Nigga, you got some nerve, claimin' that I owe you
You ain't know the secret to the drip 'till I showed you, ayy
Fresh out the bank, run up on me, then get hit with a bang, ayy
Drive away, he got crucified today, ayy
Don't cross me, you don't want smoke, ayy (woah, woah, woah)
If you're crossin' my streets, better look both ways
Uh, got my cash up (Got my cash up, cash, cash, cash)
Tell them fuck niggas catch up
(Tell them fuck boys catch up)
Too bad they can't catch us (Too bad they can't catch us)
He alone, he need backup (He alone, he need backup)
Choppa back him up, he got his back to the wall (Choppa back him up)
I just saw you kissin' that bitch, she her tounge on my balls
I was into Xanax and Percocet, she love Adderall
She knockin' on my nerves, told that bitch to knock it off, ayy
(Bitch, knock it off)
Ayy, crossin' my streets, both ways (Bitch, knock it off)
You a broke nigga and I'm too paid, ayy
(Bitch, knock it off, yeah)
Ballin' like some 2K (Just, knock it off, yeah)
Kick, push start, shit, Lupe
Baby, I'm too high, I ain't wanna fuck no way (I ain't wanna fuck, no)
Bitch, you got some nerve, claimin' that you know me
(Claimin' that you know)
Nigga you got some nerve, claimin' that I owe you
You ain't know the sercret to the drip, 'till I showed you, ayy
Fresh out the bank, run up on me, then get hit with a bang, ayy
Drive away, he got crucified today, ayy
Don't cross me, you don't want smoke, ayy
If you're crossin' my streets, better look both ways
I ain't gon' lie, fuck me for this Dolce
You could do me for the Dior next thursday
She sucked me at the front door, that's foreplay
Left my condoms at the crib, but what am I to run for?
I don't even run from niggas, that's what I got a gun for
Too many fuck niggas in the world that's what I killed your son for
Try to intercept my money, dummy, then you done for
All I care about is money honey, I don't love whores, ayy
New gun I can't wait to use, bitches, I won't wait for you
Hit him in his brain, now his shit look like baby food
Bitch, I'm not erasin' you, I'm really replacin' you
Bad bitch in my room, there's some things I can't wait to do
Liqour and exotic hoes, I'm tryna live in the moment
In the studio, my phone on silent, ho, I gotta stay focused
Fuck with me and it get violent, ho, violent, ho
Kill you then I fuck your bitch, huh, vรกmonos
Baby, I'm too high, I ain't wanna fuck no way (I ain't wanna fuck no)
Bitch, you got some nerve, claimin' that you know me
(Claimin' that you know)
Nigga, you got some nerve, claimin' that I owe you
You ain't know the secret to the drip 'till I showed you, ayy
Fresh out the bank, run up on me, then get with with a bang, ayy
Drive away, he got crucified today, ayy
Don't cross me you don't want smoke, ayy
If you're crossin' my streets, better look both ways
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