FATHERLUCAS, Caskey - PACMAN lyrics
[FATHERLUCAS, Caskey - PACMAN lyrics]
Pac-Man, Pac-Man on your bitch, yeah
Hold on, wait a minute
I've been gettin' rich, yeah
Hold on, wait a minute, I'ma eat that bitch
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
Pac-Man, hold up, wait a minute
I've been gettin' rich, man
Pussy nigga, 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 niggas run it back
Pussy nigga, you get clapped
If you touch me and my gang
Pussy nigga, you a lame, and
You know what I got, kurt Cobain
I'll blow your brains
All these niggas 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)
Pussy nigga, 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 Ginobli, all these
Niggas ball like Kobe, whoa whoa
(Kobe) yeah, I'ma get in with your bitch
Yeah yeah, you know I eat the pack, man
And I'm good at that
Pac-Man, Pac-Man on your bitch, yeah
Hold on, wait a minute
I've been gettin' rich, yeah
Hold on, wait a minute, I'ma eat that bitch
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
Okay, I'll touch down in the
City and I'm rockin' Fendi
If she tryna fuck me
It's got to be inside of the Bentley
Y'all don't want no problems, you
Run up, I'm wilin', clutchin' semis
I can't cuff no bitch
You just want me 'cause my money plenty
And my bitch bad
And I ain't talkin' 'bout her when
I say your bitch ass
You've been hatin' for too long
Gon' get your shit clapped
In the foreign, got so many horses, whiplash
To think I started this with nick' bags
Now I'm, Pac-Man with my bitch, 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
Pac-Man, Pac-Man on your bitch, yeah
Hold on, wait a minute
I've been gettin' rich, yeah
Hold on, wait a minute, I'ma eat that bitch
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
Hold on, wait a minute
I've been gettin' rich, yeah
Hold on, wait a minute, I'ma eat that bitch
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
Pac-Man, hold up, wait a minute
I've been gettin' rich, man
Pussy nigga, 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 niggas run it back
Pussy nigga, you get clapped
If you touch me and my gang
Pussy nigga, you a lame, and
You know what I got, kurt Cobain
I'll blow your brains
All these niggas 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)
Pussy nigga, 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 Ginobli, all these
Niggas ball like Kobe, whoa whoa
(Kobe) yeah, I'ma get in with your bitch
Yeah yeah, you know I eat the pack, man
And I'm good at that
Pac-Man, Pac-Man on your bitch, yeah
Hold on, wait a minute
I've been gettin' rich, yeah
Hold on, wait a minute, I'ma eat that bitch
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
Okay, I'll touch down in the
City and I'm rockin' Fendi
If she tryna fuck me
It's got to be inside of the Bentley
Y'all don't want no problems, you
Run up, I'm wilin', clutchin' semis
I can't cuff no bitch
You just want me 'cause my money plenty
And my bitch bad
And I ain't talkin' 'bout her when
I say your bitch ass
You've been hatin' for too long
Gon' get your shit clapped
In the foreign, got so many horses, whiplash
To think I started this with nick' bags
Now I'm, Pac-Man with my bitch, 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
Pac-Man, Pac-Man on your bitch, yeah
Hold on, wait a minute
I've been gettin' rich, yeah
Hold on, wait a minute, I'ma eat that bitch
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