Mspacman Lyrics - Bigger Than The Mayor - Rich Boy

[Hook] 

Ms. Pacman 

She don't even do no trappin 

'Cause her nigga got a sack, man 

Ms. Pacman 

I told that woman on my back, man 

Yellow diamonds like Pacman 

Ms, Pacman 

You can tell the way she actin' 

That she know I got a pack in 

Ms. Pacman 

I told that woman on my back, man 

Actin like I got the package. 

Ms. Pacman 

Gimme that pussy and cook me pancakes 

Every mornin that I wake 

It's orange juice and chopped steak 

Niggas can't relate if they ain't never had a Pacman 

Same thing as bent woman rollin with a bent man 

When I'm outta state she wait for me to come in with the weight 

Ms. Pacman that top bitch the one they love to hate 

She get on top and take her time and then she do it slow 

Ms Pacman got a hundred ten like Jackie-O 

Super thick, fine, on my sideline 

Ms. Pacman the definition of a dime 

Super thick, fine, on my sideline 

a dope boy's bitch the definition of a dime 

[Hook] 

[Jackie-O verse] 

Jumpin outta fresh paper tags, blowin purp 

I take my Gucci home home and get my Louis that'd hurt 'em 

Hold up baby, cautious 

I'm a shopaholic 

If you ain't flossin 

Then point me to your bossman 

So I can do it proper 

You niggas servin onions like you niggas servin whoppers 

Roll me up a blunt of kush and tell me: "baby, test that" 

He got my kitchen table lookin like a meth lab 

Five thousand pocket change, just for my pocket book 

'Cause my top so fire hard that I ain't gotta cook 

I sit there lookin gorgeous while he whippin up his meter 

Another 28 grams will put Giussepe's on my feet 

[Hook] 

[Gucci Mane Verse] 

Now my partner the a long pass and Gucci Mane caught it 

Started highsteppin soon as I touched the 40 (yeeeaahhhh) 

The defense was catchin up 

My quarter back tossed it 

We still scored six 'cause we used good blockin 

It's only six pounds yet the bird still dirty 

The trap hall of fame to retire my jersey 

I call her Ms. Pacman but she's not workin 

Ass that soft can't do no servin 

An ass like that she can't be no virgin 

She look like a Dolphins cheerleader in person 

Ms. Pacman doesn't talk that often 

Her nigga make moves so she know to keep walkin 

And just like a cell I don't see her that often 

Don't know the trunk'll slam that heart of hers in a coffin 

And just like a cell I don't see her that often 

Don't know who's trunk is bigger, man hers or the dunk 

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