Pap Chanel – 2 Way Street lyrics

Pap Chanel - 2 Way Street lyrics


Pap Chanel – 2 Way Street lyrics

[Intro: Pap Chanel]
Bussin’, bussin’, bussin’ on the beat (Hey)
Bussin’ (Pretty & Paid, b*tch, hear me out), bussin’ on the beat
Got the left right bussin’ on the beat (I snap every time that I speak)
Got the left right cheek bussin’ on the beat
[Chorus: Pap Chanel]
Got the left right cheek bussin’ on the beat (Uh)
She upset, high key, she cannot compete (Compete, b*tch)
Sit like over ten feet, I be out of reach (I out of reach, b*tch)
Bag got a double C, let’s go on a spree
Yeah, it’s a whole lotta brеad, make some, break somе
Lotta whole hoes really scared to shake some, shake some
This petty world a two-way street
I can either go home or I go P-A-P, b*tch
[Verse 1: Pap Chanel]
Real sh*t
When I shake this ass, that boy go loco talking real quick
And I’m so bad, nothin’ like these hoes he deal with (Uh)
If he ain’t on sh*t, just like Dorothy make my heels click
I can clear my chest, don’t gotta feel lit
Big bag on me, make a basic ho hate me (Bussin’, bussin’, bussin’ on the beat)
b*tch, I can buy myself whatever that he gave me (Bussin’, bussin’ on the beat)
No glancin’ at the tag, I just put it in the bag (Got the left right bussin’ on the beat)
I won’t ever go out sad ’bout no ni**a that I had, b*tch (Got the left right cheek bussin’ on the beat)
[Chorus: Pap Chanel]
Got the left right cheek bussin’ on the beat (On the beat)
She upset, high key, she cannot compete (Bussin’ on the beat)
Sit like over ten feet, I be out of reach (b*tch)
Bag got a double C, let’s go on a spree

Yeah, it’s a whole lotta bread, make some, break some
Lotta whole hoes really scared to shake some, shake some
This petty world a two-way street (Two)
I can either go home or I go P-A-P, b*tch
[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
West Coast, California I got plenty freaks (Freaks)
Brown skin, thick b*tch, I fu*k her to sleep (Gang, gang)
Gangsta b*tch, I gangsta walk and she massage my feet
I put her out ’cause that tongue didn’t relax me (Didn’t relax me)
You ain’t fu*kin’, b*tch, then you goin’ in the taxi (Ten you goin’ in the taxi)
You ain’t clappin’ ass when you ask then don’t ask me (Clap, clap)
I know plenty ni**as that don’t went up and they khaki
I know plenty hoes that’ll fu*k me for some Zaxbys (Gang)
[Chorus: Pap Chanel]
Got the left right cheek bussin’ on the beat (On the beat)
She upset, high key, she cannot compete (Bussin’, bussin’ on the beat)
Sit like over ten feet, I be out of reach (b*tch)
Bag got a double C, let’s go on a spree (Uh, yeah)
Yeah, it’s a whole lotta bread, make some, break some
Lotta whole hoes really scared to shake some, shake some (Uh)
This petty world a two-way street (Two)
I can either go home or I go P-A-P, b*tch
[Outro: Blac Youngsta & Pap Chanel]
I got, I got, I got plenty freaks
Thick b*tch, I fu*k her to sleep
It’s a whole lotta bread, make some
Never go out sad ’bout no ni**a that I had, b*tch
Bussin’ on the, bussin’ on the beat (Uh)
Bussin’ on the, bussin’ on the beat (Uh)
fu*k me for, fu*k, fu*k me for some Zaxbys

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