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 pus*y 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