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2 way street - pap chanel & blac youngsta 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 cl!ck
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 n*gga 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 f*ck 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 f*ckin’, 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 n*ggas that don’t went up and they khaki
i know plenty hoes that’ll f*ck 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 f*ck her to sleep
it’s a whole lotta bread, make some
never go out sad ’bout no n*gga that i had, b*tch
bussin’ on the, bussin’ on the beat (uh)
bussin’ on the, bussin’ on the beat (uh)
f*ck me for, f*ck, f*ck me for some zaxbys

- pap chanel blac youngsta lyrics

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