Lyrics Pacman - Pill, Rick Ross

Pacman

There he go, that’s John Doe
There he go, that’s John Doe, huh
There he go, that’s John Doe
And I’m still whippin' up a kilo
There he go, that’s John Doe
All my power pellets turn you bitch niggas to ghosts
Pacman, over 100 sold
Pacman, just ordered 100 more
Pacman, you can fry it in the pan
Pacman, in no time you’ll be buyin land
Pacman, do it for your mom and them
Pacman, until I get 100 M’s
Ay, ay, it’s P-I double L, professional shit kicker
Yams on the stove, I’m fuckin your favorite stripper
Pies flyin out, them zips done grew wings
Phone going stupid, made a rack in two rings
Straight drop hard, got them J’s plate licking
Ground basing, jumping over cars, they Blake Griffin
Got my chickens in the gym, yup, they weightlifting
See one thou' stamped on the tape because they yay shapeshifting
That’s that Terminator choppa, make a nigga do a backflip
I can show you how crack flip, while I’m loading that Mac clip
Catch 'em loading that Mack truck,
I’ll unload 'til his back drip
All I know is I’m stacked up, and when I’m back, them packs in
There he go, that’s John Doe
All my power pellets turn you bitch niggas to ghosts
Pacman, over 100 sold
Pacman, just ordered 100 more
Pacman, you can fry it in the pan
Pacman, in no time you’ll be buyin land
Pacman, do it for your mom and them
Pacman, until I get 100 M’s
One hundred M, I’m on my Geechi shit
Geechi Luciano, bitch you know I’m Geechi rich
Maserati, boy I got two of them
Same color boy, I just got two of them
10 chains, see I’m one ig’nant nigga
I’ma whip it, go and get it just to spend it nigga
Blew a mill ticket, one night at King Of Diamonds
Me and Puff Daddy, bitch I’m the king of diamonds
Small change, that’s what we call that
A-Rod money, smoking on a ball bat
I’m on the mound, I got a pound
My folks in Haiti say them yayo prices coming down
There he go, that’s John Doe
All my power pellets turn you bitch niggas to ghosts
Pacman, over 100 sold
Pacman, just ordered 100 more
Pacman, you can fry it in the pan
Pacman, in no time you’ll be buyin land
Pacman, do it for your mom and them
Pacman, until I get 100 M’s
This that Namco yay
, Pacman what we selling
Got these J’s chasing rocks like they chasing power pellets
Met this lady named Eselis, say she AA, bust some terrace
But she hungry for that yayo, Instagramming what she yelling
Got my shirt off in the kitchen, hot in here like Nelly
And these niggas dancing in these mask don’t want stage credit
Just the keys to your car, all your cash and your debit
Card, we serving hard, whole squad equiped and ready
Okay then
, and quit flexing like you sold a pack
'Fore they find you slumped over in a cul-de-sac
My whole wrist lumped up, serving boulder sacks
Pink City representor, thought I told you that
There he go, that’s John Doe
All my power pellets turn you bitch niggas to ghosts
Pacman, over 100 sold
Pacman, just ordered 100 more
Pacman, you can fry it in the pan
Pacman, in no time you’ll be buyin land
Pacman, do it for your mom and them
Pacman, until I get 100 M’s
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