Текст песни Both Ways - Juice WRLD
Ayy,
huh,
hey
Baby,
I'm
too
high,
I
ain't
wanna
fuck,
no
way
Way
too
high,
ya
dig?
(Smokin'
Cookie
Crisp,
woo)
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
me)
Nigga,
you
got
some
nerve,
claimin'
that
I
owe
you
(got
some
fuckin'
nerve)
You
ain't
know
the
secret
to
the
drip
'til
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
(whoa,
whoa,
whoa)
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
alone)
Choppa
back
him
up,
he
got
his
back
to
the
wall
(choppa
back
him
up)
I
just
saw
you
kissin'
that
bitch,
she
had
her
tongue
on
my
balls
(kissin'
that
bitch)
I
was
into
Xanax
and
Percocets,
she
love
Adderall
(ayy,
ayy,
ayy,
ayy,
ayy)
She
was
knockin'
on
my
nerves,
told
that
bitch
to
knock
it
off
(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
a
toupée
(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
me)
Nigga,
you
got
some
nerve,
claimin'
that
I
owe
you
(got
some
fuckin'
nerve)
You
ain't
know
the
secret
to
the
drip
'til
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
intersect
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
Liquor
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,
vámonos
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
me)
Nigga,
you
got
some
nerve,
claimin'
that
I
owe
you
(got
some
fuckin'
nerve)
You
ain't
know
the
secret
to
the
drip
'til
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
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