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letra de aye (both ways) [session] - juice wrld

[intro]
ayy, huh, hey
baby, i’m too high, i don’t wanna f-ck no way (way too high)
huh, cookie crisp, ooh (ya’ dig?)

[chorus]
baby, i’m too high, i ain’t wanna f-ck no way (i ain’t wanna f-ck no way)
b-tch you got some nerve, claimin’ that you know me (claimin’ that you know me)
n-gga, you got some nerve, claimin’ that i owe you (got some f-ckin’ nerve)
you ain’t know the secret to the drip ’til i showed you, aye
fresh out the bank, run up on me and get hit with a bang, aye
drive away, he got crucified today, aye
don’t cross me, you don’t want smoke, aye
if you’re crossing my streets, better look both ways

[verse 1]
uh, got my cash up (got my cash up)
tell them f-ck n-ggas catch up (tell them f-ck boys catch up)
too bad they can’t catch us (too bad they can’t catch us)
he alonе, he need backup (he alone, hе need backup)
choppa back him up, he got his back to the wall (choppa back him up)
i just saw you kissing that b-tch, she had her tongue on my b-lls (tongue on my b-lls)
i was in the xanax and percocets, she love adderall (i was in the the)
she was knocking on my nerves, told that b-tch to knock it off (b-tch knock it off)

[bridge]
ayy, crossin’ my streets, both ways (b-tch knock it off)
you a broke n-gga and i’m too paid, ayy (b-tch knock it off, yeah)
ballin’ like a toupée (just knock it off, yeah)
kick push-start sh-t lupe
[chorus]
baby, i’m too high, i ain’t wanna f-ck no way (i ain’t wanna f-ck no way)
b-tch you got some nerve, claimin’ that you know me (claimin’ that you know me)
n-gga, you got some nerve, claimin’ that i owe you (got some f-ckin’ nerve)
you ain’t know the secret to the drip ’til i showed you, aye
fresh out the bank, run up on me and get hit with a bang, aye
drive away, he got crucified today, aye
don’t cross me, you don’t want smoke, aye
if you’re crossing my streets, better look both ways

[verse 2]
i ain’t gon lie, f-ck me for this dolce
you can 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 n-ggas, that’s what i got a gun for
too many f-ck n-ggas in the world, that’s what i k!lled your son for
try to intercept my money, dummy, then you done for
all i care about is money, honey, i don’t love wh0res
ayy, new gun i can’t wait to use
b-tches, i won’t wait for you
hit him in his brain now his sh-t look like baby food
b-tch i’m not erasing you, i’m really replacin’ you
bad b-tch 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
f-ck with me and it get violent ho, violent ho
k!ll you then i f-ck your b-tch, vamonos
[chorus]
baby, i’m too high, i ain’t wanna f-ck no way (i ain’t wanna f-ck no way)
b-tch you got some nerve, claimin’ that you know me (claimin’ that you know me)
n-gga, you got some nerve, claimin’ that i owe you (got some f-ckin’ nerve)
you ain’t know the secret to the drip ’til i showed you, aye
fresh out the bank, run up on me and get hit with a bang, aye
drive away, now its back to getin’ the cake
drive away, he got crucified today, aye
don’t cross me, you don’t want smoke, aye
if you’re crossing my streets, better look both ways

[verse 3]
drop a four inside a 30, ’cause i can
choppa on my hip, you don’t stand a chance
wake up everyday chasing bands, a couple million dollars my vans
yeah, make it right back, oh, spend the cash
take it right back, yeah, on your ass, like that
b-tch, i’m on your ass, make the cash, ay, spend the cash
make it right back, in that gucci bag, woah-woah-woah
please don’t touch my gucci bag, that’s where i keep my toolie at
try me if you want, woah-uh, i’ma smoke you, but you won’t
ayy, beat the case, ayy, hop in the wraith
ayy, gone in a wraith, ayy, drive away, now its back to getin’ the cake
ayy, beat the case, ayy, hop in the wraith
ayy, gone in a wraith, ayy
[chorus]
baby, i’m too high, i ain’t wanna f-ck no way (i ain’t wanna f-ck no way)
b-tch you got some nerve, claimin’ that you know me (claimin’ that you know me)
n-gga, you got some nerve, claimin’ that i owe you (got some f-ckin’ nerve)
you ain’t know the secret to the drip ’til i showed you, aye
fresh out the bank, run up on me and get hit with a bang, aye
drive away, he got crucified today, aye
don’t cross me, you don’t want smoke, aye
if you’re crossing my streets, better look both ways

- juice wrld

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