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fatherlucas - pacman lyrics

[chorus: father lucas & caskey]
pac-man, pac-man on your b-tch, yeah
hold on, wait a minute, i’ve been gettin’ rich, yeah
hold on, wait a minute, i’ma eat that b-tch, yeah
pac-man, whoa whoa
okay, i’m ’bout to whip a pack, i feel like pac-man
man, i’m all around the country ’cause i’m tryna get the sack, man
pac-man, whoa whoa, yeah
pac-man, whoa whoa

[verse 1: father lucas]
pac-man, hold up, wait a minute, i’ve been gettin’ rich, man
p-ssy n-gga, you can’t even do the dash (dash), man
look at me, you know i’m runnin’ like i’m pac-man (i’m pac-man)
and i’m touchin’ so far that i go, i’m set, man
run that sack, all these n-ggas run it back
p-ssy n-gga, you get clapped, if you touch me and my gang
p-ssy n-gga, you a lame, and you know what i got, kurt cobain
i’ll blow your brains, all these n-ggas look at like i’m saint
hold up, wait a minute, i am not a saint (saint)
i’m just father lucas and you know i really do it (alright!)
if you try me or my gang, i’ll shoot at your medulla (medulla)
p-ssy n-gga, i’ma fry you up like you a fish (okay, okay, okay)
underwater sleaze, i’m just feelin’ breeze (breeze), one two three
ball out like gin0bli, all these n-ggas ball like kobe, whoa whoa
(kobe) yeah, i’ma get in with your b-tch, yeah
yeah, you know i eat the pack, man, and i’m good at that

[verse 2: caskey]
okay, i’ll touch down in the city and i’m rockin’ fendi
if she tryna f-ck me, it’s got to be inside of the bentley
i don’t want no problems, you run up, i’m wilin’, clutchin’ semis
i can’t cuff no b-tch who just want me, cut my money plenty
and my b-tch bad
and i talkin’ ’bout her when i say your b-tch -ss
you’ve been hatin’ for too long, gon’ get your sh-t clapped
in the foreign, got so many horses, whiplash
to think i started this with nick’ bags
now i’m, pac-man with my b-tch, yeah
and i’m packed up, i turn one to a six, yeah
man, i don’t leave out the house without my stick, yeah
and i’m ballin’ like i point guard for the knicks, yeah

[chorus: father lucas & caskey]
pac-man, pac-man on your b-tch, yeah
hold on, wait a minute, i’ve been gettin’ rich, yeah
hold on, wait a minute, i’ma eat that b-tch, yeah
pac-man, whoa whoa
okay, i’m ’bout to whip a pack, i feel like pac-man (alright)
man, i’m all around the country ’cause i’m tryna get the sack, man
pac-man, whoa whoa, yeah
pac-man, whoa whoa, yeah

- fatherlucas lyrics

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