Young Plvg - PACMAN (Lyrics) lyrics

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Young Plvg - PACMAN (Lyrics) lyrics

[Intro: Young Plvg] Ay, shoutout ACOT Young Plvg in this sh** PTG [Chorus: Young Plvg] Hit my phone I don't know You not us Sorry bro Hit my phone I don't know You not us Sorry bro You not gang You ugly, mane I got your hoe She give me brain You not gang You ugly, mane I got your hoe She give me brain [Verse 1: ACOT] (Ay) Damn, I might just take yo' b**h (Ay) Shawty, I don' have a whip (Ay) Uber you straight to my home (Yuh) Only if you givin' dome (Yuh) Swoop yo' hoe like I'm young bowser (Yuh) Now she reachin' for my trousers (Yuh) ACOT, you the man (Ay) ACOT got a plan Off of the sh**s with yo' b**h an' she beggin' the youngin' a little kiss. (Nah) Sorry, you won't touch my lips 'cause the second to go, you are s**ing my dick. (Whoa) I'mma keep rappin' till both of your parents pay checks, I roll on my wrists. (Yuh) I'mma keep rappin' till I got a fattier b**h lickin' my dick. (Yuh) [Chorus: Young Plvg] Hit my phone I don't know You not us Sorry bro Hit my phone I don't know You not us Sorry bro You not gang You ugly, mane I got your hoe She give me brain You not gang You ugly, mane I got your hoe She give me brain [Verse 2: KOTY] Hop out of the whip. (Uh) Young boy, I'm the sh**. (Ay) Smokin' on a zip. (Yuh) Yes, I'm getting lit You a f*g, you a b**h 250, start with the kick Burnout all over my wrist Roll it up an' take a hit. (KOTY) Turn up with the kid Spit gon' fly, no list, then I dip real quick Young man just too slick, but that silly lil' boy gon' steal your trix Little leprechaun gon' swoop that lick Now I gotta walk out the mall with it Then he came up talkin' all that sh** If I don't give it back then I really gotta ride for the lick like sh** [Verse 3: Young Plvg] It's funny how this money changed my life Check after check and I'm still countin' my guap Call me Cream, the way I whip in the kitchen cookin' these pots I love to play with thots Throwin' parties in my loft You think you hard, you soft Sniffin' white sh** like it's chalk If ain' money, I don' talk This bad b**h wanna stop So I f**ed her, she can't walk All my b**hes call me papi But my whip sold like a ref We so loud that I'm goin' deaf