gucci mane – ms pac man lyrics
[chorus: gucci mane]
miss pack man
she don’t even do no trappin
’cause [?] n+gga [?] sack, man
miss pack man
i [?] woman [?] back, man
yellow diamonds like pack man
miss pack man
you can tell the way she acting
that she know i got a pack in
miss pack man
[?] back, man
[?] pack in
miss pack man
[verse 1: rich boy]
give me that p+ssy and [?]
every morning that i wake is orange juice and chopped steak
n+ggas can’t relate, if they ain’t never had a pack, man
same thing as [?] bad woman, rolling with a bad man
when i’m out of states, you wait for me to come back with the weight
miss pack man, the top b+tch, the one they love to hate
she get on top and take her time, then she do it slow
miss pack man, got [?] like jacki o
super thick [?] on my side line
miss pack man, the defenition of a dime
super thick [?] on my side line
a dope boy b+tch, the defenition of a dime
[chorus: gucci mane]
miss pack man
she don’t even do no trappin
’cause [?] n+gga [?] sack, man
miss pack man
i [?] woman [?] back, man
yellow diamonds like pack man
miss pack man
you can tell the way she acting
that she know i got a pack in
miss pack man
[?] back, man
[?] pack in
miss pack man
[verse 2: jacki o]
[?] jumping out [?] blowing purple
[?] home, [?] louie [?]
hold up, baby, [?] i’m a shoppaholic
if you ain’t flossin, then point me to your boss man
so i can do it to him proper
you n+ggas servin onions, like them n+ggas servin wappers
he roll me up a blunt of kush, and tell me baby, test that
he got my kitchen table looking like a meth lab
five thousand pocket change, just for my pocket book
’cause my top so fire [?] i ain’t gotta cook
i sit there looking gorgeous, while he whipping up his meter
nother 28 grams [?] put [?] on my feet
[chorus: gucci mane]
miss pack man
she don’t even do no trappin
’cause [?] n+gga [?] sack, man
miss pack man
i [?] woman [?] back, man
yellow diamonds like pack man
miss pack man
you can tell the way she acting
that she know i got a pack in
miss pack man
[?] back, man
[?] pack in
miss pack man
[verse 3: gucci mane]
now my partner [?] gucci mane caught it
i started high stepping, soon as i touched the [?]
[?] quarter bag [?]
we still scoring 6, ’cause we use [?]
zone 6 [?] the birds still dirty
the trap hall of fame, till i retire my jerzy
i call her miss pack man, but she’s not working
hands [?] can’t do no serving
an ass like that, she can’t be no verjin
she look like a [?] in person
miss pack man, [?] often
her n+gga make moves, so she knows to keep walking
and just like [?] often
don’t know [?]
just like [?] often
don’t know [?]
[chorus: gucci mane]
miss pack man
she don’t even do no trappin
’cause [?] n+gga [?] sack, man
miss pack man
i [?] woman [?] back, man
yellow diamonds like pack man
miss pack man
you can tell the way she acting
that she know i got a pack in
miss pack man
[?] back, man
[?] pack in
miss pack man
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