Ms Pac Man

Lyrics

[Chorus: Gucci Mane] Miss Pack Man She don't even do no trappin 'Cause [?] nigga [?] 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 pussy and [?] Every morning that I wake is orange juice and chopped steak Niggas 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 bitch, 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 bitch, the defenition of a dime [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Miss Pack Man She don't even do no trappin 'Cause [?] nigga [?] 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 niggas servin onions, like them niggas 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 [?] nigga [?] 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 nigga 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 [?] nigga [?] 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