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Both Ways
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Both Ways è stato pubblicato il 1 maggio 2019 da OnlyUs come parte dell'album Both Ways - Single
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Data di uscita1 maggio 2019
EtichettaOnlyUs
LanguageEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM86

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Izzie Gibbs
Izzie Gibbs
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Izzie Gibbs
Izzie Gibbs
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trolly Snatcha
Trolly Snatcha
Producer

Testi

We are the best
Say they love me always
I see they're all fake
Trapstar, we do it all day
Hustle in a hallway
So road, aye
Tryna get it both ways
Both ways
Okay
Am I gonna fall off?
Tell my brudda no way
Wanna show me love but I know they're all fake
'Round here we don't play no games
Fake ****, there's way too many
Said they got me, when they popped up they was gone already
Where's the love? I don't feel any
Whippin' in the kitchen
All the fumes have got me sweaty
Set up shop like it's Jenny's
Had a pack and now it's empty
And my mother needs rent please
So I'm in the T-house with plenty
You **** trap cau' it's trendy (Aye)
Still at your mum's livin' rent free (Pussy)
I'll punch a yute out his Fendi (Aye, aye)
Then hot step in Balenci'
Run those rude broke ass are sellin' onions
Fuck them, they're just jealous bruddas
Goin' broke, that's not in my plans
Gotta boss it if you're bad (If you're bad)
I can put them G's all on your back
Nowadays I'm feelin' like the man (Like the man)
Bust it like he just beat a case
Free my ****, I'm just countin' down the days
Talkin' on my name but they can't say it to my face
Say they love me always (Always)
I see they're all fake (All fake)
Trapstar, we do it all day
Hustle in a hallway
So road, aye
Tryna get it both ways
Both ways
Okay
Am I gonna fall off?
Tell my brudda no way
Wanna show me love but I know they're all fake
'Round here we don't play no games
Blud salt like Filipino
I know them pussies, they wanna do me like Rico
Showin' love to my face but they're hatin' on the D-low
So much pain in my chest, I could smoke away a kilo
Cold chills (Aye, aye)
If you ain't talkin' money
Then you've got no deal
And my brudda stepped in
And he's got no chill
I swear to God he's so real
(So real, so real, so real, so real)
Sittin' in the trap
Watchin' out for the old Bill
(Old Bill, old Bill, old Bill)
Sittin' in the trap tryna make a mil'
Say they love me always (Always)
I see they're all fake (All fake)
Trapstar, we do it all day
Hustle in a hallway
So road, aye
Tryna get it both ways
Both ways
Okay
Am I gonna fall off?
Tell my brudda no way
Wanna show me love but I know they're all fake
'Round here we don't play no games
(Said)
(Said)
Written by: Izzie Gibbs
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