Pac-Man Songtext
von Kaedyn
Pac-Man Songtext
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, K-A-E
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, K-A-E
I′m back I get my money I'm making a stack
You got that Gucci bag from the clearance rack
You can tell her hair fake you can tell from the track
I′m eating you bitches up, I'm the pac-man
You bitches don't want the smoke you can′t even hit the Pack Man
Y′all think y'all comedians when y′all can't even stand
I like the sound of money so ima make a band
I bought a mansion and you couldn′t even own land
Your music is just like your food damn that shit is bland
Y'all bitches wack,(y′all bitches wack)
Y'all don't write y′all raps (y′all don't)
Y′all wanna talk all that shit
But y'all pussy just like a cat (just like a cat)
I′m stepping on hoes everyday call these bitches doormats (doormats)
All these bitches washed up laundromat (laundromat)
I just get my money just to stack up in your face (in your face)
Bitches talk about winning
But what the fuck was the race (what was the race)
These bitches Control C, Control V, copy and paste (copy and paste
Bitch squared up
I put that dumb hoe in her place (put her in her place)
I'm a bad bitch look at my waist cute face (cute face)
Niggas better not try it like a shoe
Ima have these niggas laced (laced)
You better drop the lo I wanna pull up face to face (face to face)
Y′all wanna call me a faggot
But y'all not finna see me at the bank
I'm back I get my money I′m making a stack
You got that Gucci bag from the clearance rack
You can tell her hair fake you can tell from the track
I′m eating you bitches up, I'm the pac man
You bitches don′t want the smoke you can't even hit the Pack Man
Y′all think y'all comedians when y′all can't even stand
I like the sound of money so ima make a band
I bought a mansion and you couldn't even own land
Your music is like your food damn that shit is bland
Y′all talk shit, when I pull up bitches wanna duck
Get me my money, Let′s keep it a buck
Y'all on my dick it need to be sucked
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, K-A-E
I′m back I get my money I'm making a stack
You got that Gucci bag from the clearance rack
You can tell her hair fake you can tell from the track
I′m eating you bitches up, I'm the pac-man
You bitches don't want the smoke you can′t even hit the Pack Man
Y′all think y'all comedians when y′all can't even stand
I like the sound of money so ima make a band
I bought a mansion and you couldn′t even own land
Your music is just like your food damn that shit is bland
Y'all bitches wack,(y′all bitches wack)
Y'all don't write y′all raps (y′all don't)
Y′all wanna talk all that shit
But y'all pussy just like a cat (just like a cat)
I′m stepping on hoes everyday call these bitches doormats (doormats)
All these bitches washed up laundromat (laundromat)
I just get my money just to stack up in your face (in your face)
Bitches talk about winning
But what the fuck was the race (what was the race)
These bitches Control C, Control V, copy and paste (copy and paste
Bitch squared up
I put that dumb hoe in her place (put her in her place)
I'm a bad bitch look at my waist cute face (cute face)
Niggas better not try it like a shoe
Ima have these niggas laced (laced)
You better drop the lo I wanna pull up face to face (face to face)
Y′all wanna call me a faggot
But y'all not finna see me at the bank
I'm back I get my money I′m making a stack
You got that Gucci bag from the clearance rack
You can tell her hair fake you can tell from the track
I′m eating you bitches up, I'm the pac man
You bitches don′t want the smoke you can't even hit the Pack Man
Y′all think y'all comedians when y′all can't even stand
I like the sound of money so ima make a band
I bought a mansion and you couldn't even own land
Your music is like your food damn that shit is bland
Y′all talk shit, when I pull up bitches wanna duck
Get me my money, Let′s keep it a buck
Y'all on my dick it need to be sucked
Writer(s): Kaeden Martin-graves Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
