asta the demon king – pacin man lyrics
me im the captain man;
tell me what happened man;
we get to clapping man;
like dyk+s we be strapping man;
these p+ssies running man;
i’m never capping man ;
my n+gga be trapping man;
b+tch i be pacing man (aye);
me im the captain man aye;
tell me what happened man aye;
we get to clapping man aye, like dikes we strapping man aye, these p+ssies they running man aye;
these n+ggas be cappin man aye;
my n+ggas be trapping man aye
b+tch im the packing man; (yuh)
you know that im packing man, keep a strappy in the backing man (strap, strap);
i’m never lacking man, run up on me you get blasted man (never fold);
you know i do this sh+t for fun uh(too easy) (get it);
beat the p+ssy like a drum uh (uh hit it);
catch you lacking you gon rn uh,this 45. up at yo dome (yuh yuh aye);
you n+ggas stupid dummy and it is funny, so come over bae get this pole in your tummy;
got n+ggas slimed out like his nose is runny;
my diamonds too bright like this sh+t is sunny;
your n+gga is soft like he’s a gummy;
my n+ggas is savage we kickin in doors;
step on a n+gga leave him on the floor;
bet yo dumbass never talk sh+t nomore;
walk in this b+tch, the way that we talk in this b+tch;
beat you to death with a club yuh, turn into golf in this b+tch;
ima pull up on yo mama, she take it off in this b+tch;
yuh yuh my d+ck extendo, you know that ill make her lift off in this b+tch;
trippin on big in the back and, trippin on big in the back and f+ckin yo b+tch in the backstreets, yea she was chokin on d+ck in the back and she got my d+ck in her back and i dont find nothing attractive;
i know i am a hoe, but call me one ill f+cking stab you;
chuck mm, i don’t f+cking throw hands my n+gga i chuck mm;
duck mm, d+ck at wrist i guess u better duck mm;
f+ck mm, i don’t give a sh+t i can’t give f+cks mm;
f+ck you, running like a p+ssy i can smell the b+tch so f+ck you;
yea i got yo b+tch she wishing, she say she want me to put the tip in;
so dirty she want me to f+ck her in the kitchen;
like nutella, i tell her ima nut and dip it;
yuh huh, aye huh, p+ssy what’s good;
yea im not p+ssy i might cause a commotion in yo hood;
yuh huh, aye huh, shootin at yo boy, cause all you n+ggas p+ssies, and all you p+ssies toys;
yuh huh, aye and all my n+ggas voot, so if we see you in the street just know we boutta shoot, and if we shoot your mama cryin at your funeral;
and all p+ssies p+ssy, who’s p+ssy’s p+ssy made of wool
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