Chanel by King Bap Lyrics
I got two c's up on my..
I got two c’s kicks
I got two c's up on my bitch
I got two c's up on my kicks
(Chorus)
I got two c’s up on my kicks cause they Chanel
Cuffs linked on my buckle say that's her favorite belt
I got biscotti by the duffel
You can prolly trace the smell
I blazed as hell
If the police stop me I'll be facing jail
I got two c's up on my kicks cause they Chanel
Cuffs linked on my buckle say that's her favorite belt
Im double cuppin'
FUCK THE LAW
They can place me in a cell
Try to cuff me i won't tussle cause I know I'm making bail
(Verse 1)
I’m tryna see you drop ya pants and spread your thighs
She fucked me on the first date
And I wasn’t that suprised
Bitch I got that juice like Tropicana
Keep my Fanta spiked
A gram of white and she gone pop that pussy like a can of sprite
BITCH ITS BAP
I got that flame like candle lights
I got my mental set on stacking up my cash to camel heights
I hit the lot and seen the one and nigga yea that Lambo nice
I copped the Porsche because it got some torque
And plus it handle tight
I be running through these bitches
I can't never spend the night
I’ll be running through some bands if I can get my demo right
I can't stand a groupie ho
Me and the bros we spin those type
My Vv's bussing our that Patek once it hit the limo lights
This bitch tryna grab my dick she finna rip my fendi jeans (Stop it)
I'm balling on they neck the ref gone have to intervene
You can tryna me if you want I’m cooking beer like Jimmy Dean
Imma spin a nigga street and hop out let that Semi scream (Boom)
(Chorus)
I got two c's up on my kicks cause they Chanel
Cuffs linked on my buckle say that's her favorite belt
I got biscotti by the duffel
You can prolly trace the smell
I blazed as hell
If the police stop me I'll be facing jail
I got two c's up on my kicks cause they Chanel
Cuffs linked on my buckle say that's her favorite belt
Im double cuppin'
FUCK THE LAW
They can place me in a cell
Try to cuff me i won't tussle cause I know I'm making bail
(Verse 2)
I be buttoned down in Louie
Pin stripes and Gucci socks
I got these groupies hot
She finna make that coochie pop
She blowing on my dick
Like what you do when food be hot
I be blowin 41 I'm in a coup I lose the top
I lose a hater everyday
I need change my attitude
I'm humble when I'm stuntin I make a nigga glad to lose
I'm so high up on this money nigga peep my latitude
I just fucked a surfer chick
She said this dick was radical
Bitch You know im packin' tools and steaming pot like Ratatouille
Brodie packing too
We do fn's, macs and uzi's
I got these clips
I sit a nigga down
He at the movies
If that blunt ain't got connected in it bitch don't pass it to me
Driving drunk crash the hooptie
Stage diving grabbing boobies
Smashing groupies
Punching fans try me you gone have to sue me
I keep that pistol on me like someone attached to me
I got my killers in the cut I have em bring ya casket to me
(Chorus)
I got two c's up on my kicks cause they Chanel
Cuffs linked on my buckle say that's her favorite belt
I got biscotti by the duffel
You can prolly trace the smell
I blazed as hell
If the police stop me I'll be facing jail
I got two c's up on my kicks cause they Chanel
Cuffs linked on my buckle say that's her favorite belt
Im double cuppin'
FUCK THE LAW
They can place me in a cell
Try to cuff me i won't tussle cause I know I'm making bail
I got two c’s kicks
I got two c's up on my bitch
I got two c's up on my kicks
(Chorus)
I got two c’s up on my kicks cause they Chanel
Cuffs linked on my buckle say that's her favorite belt
I got biscotti by the duffel
You can prolly trace the smell
I blazed as hell
If the police stop me I'll be facing jail
I got two c's up on my kicks cause they Chanel
Cuffs linked on my buckle say that's her favorite belt
Im double cuppin'
FUCK THE LAW
They can place me in a cell
Try to cuff me i won't tussle cause I know I'm making bail
(Verse 1)
I’m tryna see you drop ya pants and spread your thighs
She fucked me on the first date
And I wasn’t that suprised
Bitch I got that juice like Tropicana
Keep my Fanta spiked
A gram of white and she gone pop that pussy like a can of sprite
BITCH ITS BAP
I got that flame like candle lights
I got my mental set on stacking up my cash to camel heights
I hit the lot and seen the one and nigga yea that Lambo nice
I copped the Porsche because it got some torque
And plus it handle tight
I be running through these bitches
I can't never spend the night
I’ll be running through some bands if I can get my demo right
I can't stand a groupie ho
Me and the bros we spin those type
My Vv's bussing our that Patek once it hit the limo lights
This bitch tryna grab my dick she finna rip my fendi jeans (Stop it)
I'm balling on they neck the ref gone have to intervene
You can tryna me if you want I’m cooking beer like Jimmy Dean
Imma spin a nigga street and hop out let that Semi scream (Boom)
(Chorus)
I got two c's up on my kicks cause they Chanel
Cuffs linked on my buckle say that's her favorite belt
I got biscotti by the duffel
You can prolly trace the smell
I blazed as hell
If the police stop me I'll be facing jail
I got two c's up on my kicks cause they Chanel
Cuffs linked on my buckle say that's her favorite belt
Im double cuppin'
FUCK THE LAW
They can place me in a cell
Try to cuff me i won't tussle cause I know I'm making bail
(Verse 2)
I be buttoned down in Louie
Pin stripes and Gucci socks
I got these groupies hot
She finna make that coochie pop
She blowing on my dick
Like what you do when food be hot
I be blowin 41 I'm in a coup I lose the top
I lose a hater everyday
I need change my attitude
I'm humble when I'm stuntin I make a nigga glad to lose
I'm so high up on this money nigga peep my latitude
I just fucked a surfer chick
She said this dick was radical
Bitch You know im packin' tools and steaming pot like Ratatouille
Brodie packing too
We do fn's, macs and uzi's
I got these clips
I sit a nigga down
He at the movies
If that blunt ain't got connected in it bitch don't pass it to me
Driving drunk crash the hooptie
Stage diving grabbing boobies
Smashing groupies
Punching fans try me you gone have to sue me
I keep that pistol on me like someone attached to me
I got my killers in the cut I have em bring ya casket to me
(Chorus)
I got two c's up on my kicks cause they Chanel
Cuffs linked on my buckle say that's her favorite belt
I got biscotti by the duffel
You can prolly trace the smell
I blazed as hell
If the police stop me I'll be facing jail
I got two c's up on my kicks cause they Chanel
Cuffs linked on my buckle say that's her favorite belt
Im double cuppin'
FUCK THE LAW
They can place me in a cell
Try to cuff me i won't tussle cause I know I'm making bail