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both ways - izzie gibbs lyrics

[hook]
said they love me always
i see they’re all fake
trapstar, we do it all day
hustle in a hallway
so road, ay
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

[verse 1]
same n-gg-s, 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
whipping 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
[?] so i’m in the t-house with plenty
you n-gg-s trap ’cause it’s trendy
still at your mum’s living rent-free
i’ll punch a yout’ out his fendi
then hot step in balenci’
[?] selling onions, f-ck them, they’re just jealous bruddas
going broke, that’s not in my plans
gotta boss it if you’re bad
i can put them g’s all on your back
nowadays i’m feeling like the man
bust it like he just beat a case
free my n-gg-s, i’m just counting down the days
talking on my name but they can’t say it to my face

[verse 2]
[?] filipino
i know them p-ss-es they wanna do me like rico
showing love to my face but they’re hating on the d-low
so much pain in my chest, i could smoke away a kilo
cold chills
if you ain’t talking 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
sitting in the trap watching out for the old bill
sitting in the trap tryna make a mil’

- izzie gibbs lyrics

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