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a thousand ways (gun in my amiris) - ao alienté lyrics

[intro]
coming from the voice of the projects
young n*gga walking through the projects
(ooh ooh ooh ouuuu)
ha!

[chorus]
so im a keep this gun in my amiri jeans
and im a keep throwing these ones out my amiri jeans
these n*ggas talking in the streets but i don’t hear a thing
these n*ggas talk ‘bout who they bee’z but i don’t feel a sting
and he be talking like he kobe i don’t see a ring (ha!)
cause when you scoring like you jordan you don’t need a team(ha!)
that’s what they think huh?
that’s what they think huh?
(that’s what they think, that’s what they think, that’s what they think huh?)
uh uh i swear i hate them, last time i gave my heart out to a fake one
and it’s a thousand ways to get it, im a make onе
and it’s a thousand pills to pop, [?] (tell ‘em, aye)
and whеn this cake come, don’t you look at all my n*ggas how to bake one
and when that plate come, tell that waiter at phillippes make sure my steak done

[verse 1]
we moving in and out the trenches call it poverty
i got the call that nipsey hussle died, it bothered me
when i hear knocks at 4 a.m, i swear it startled me
and when i die, all my day ones gonna have a part of me
at 2 a.m. i turn the lights on, see the roaches
and we was balling at 18, ain’t have no coaches
you better know us like 10 years before you approach us
we sending shots at brunch, you think that they mimosas
looking for quarters in my couch, it made me change
i moved a quarter out my house, me and the gang
now almost every n*gga with me got a chain
i feel like every n*gga with me is a slave
[chorus]
so im a keep this gun in my amiri jeans
and im a keep throwing these ones out my amiri jeans
these n*ggas talking in the streets but i don’t hear a thing
these n*ggas talk ‘bout who they bee’z but i don’t feel a sting
and he be talking like he kobe i don’t see a ring
cause when you scoring like you jordan you don’t need a team(ha!)
that’s what they think huh?
that’s what they think huh? (tell ‘em)
uh uh i swear i hate them, last time i gave my heart out to a fake one
and it’s a thousand ways to get it, im a make one
and it’s a thousand pills to pop, [?] (tell ‘em, aye)
and when this cake come, don’t you look at all my n*ggas how to bake one
and when that plate come, tell that waiter at phillippes make sure my steak done

[verse 2]
running laps around these n*ggas like im usain
the opps the only reason we ain’t never take the 2 train
when fake love come around, i swear to god it give me mood swings
they got me kick and pushing through the pressure like im [?]
got some n*ggas that’s in the jam and that’s for stealing
and they had to feed their fam’ , please i feel them
and i got some n*ggas that’s down for murder, please appeal them
i got some n*ggas who bail like half a million

[bridge]
don’t you mix no f*cking water with my blood please
o.j [?] my glove clean
“f*ck me” that’s what you told ‘em
swear to god you loved me, you snuck me
it’s tatted on me, only god can judge me
i put that on my father’s grave
[chorus]
so im a keep this gun in my amiri jeans
and im a keep throwing these ones out my amiri jeans
these n*ggas talking in the streets but i don’t hear a thing
these n*ggas talk ‘bout who they bee’z but i don’t feel a sting
and he be talking like he kobe i don’t see a ring
cause when you scoring like you jordan you don’t need a team(ha!)
that’s what they think huh?
that’s what they think huh? (tell ‘em)
uh uh i swear i hate them, last time i gave my heart out to a fake one
and it’s a thousand ways to get it, im a make one
and it’s a thousand pills to pop, [?] (tell ‘em, aye)
and when this cake come, don’t you look at all my n*ggas how to bake one
and when that plate come, tell that waiter at phillippes make sure my steak done

- ao aliente lyrics

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