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Pac Man
2,249
Rap
Pac Man was released on October 19, 2022 by Geffen Records as a part of the album Belt Gang, Vol. 1
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Release DateOctober 19, 2022
LabelGeffen Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM98

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
24Lik
24Lik
Performer
Bfb Da Packman
Bfb Da Packman
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malik Taylor
Malik Taylor
Songwriter, Composer
Tyree Thomas
Tyree Thomas
Songwriter, Composer
Waleed Fry
Waleed Fry
Composer, Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ProdByKaio
ProdByKaio
Producer

Lyrics

Kaio
Big 24 shit
The way this rap shit pay me, might not shoot another beam
Like I direct movies, I pull up shootin' on the scene
It ain’t drop to the bottom, who done sold you that lean?
Thought that bitch done toot it up, put it on your tongue ring
Every **** walking with me got a watch and that bitch blue
Don’t get yo' ass popped, jumping in some shit you ain’t into
Even when I played football, I kept a stick on me
The Glock ain’t tryna take you on a date when it's hitting on you
Fuck around and shoot the party up, leave a hit rolling
I ain’t even put it in yet and got this bitch moaning
Dick game got her ass hype, she need melatonin
Hit her from the back, this bitch lil' pussy got some power
Brain so dumb she coulda played Zekke off of power
Just popped a perk and a addy, I'm finna go some hours
Nah, I don't want that pussy, bitch, if it's smelling sour
She eat it up like Pacman when I’m in the shower
I just fucked two 5’11 hoes, call them Twin Towers
Long legs and long head, man, this bitch a stallion
Got a Chinese bitch but she look Italian
Call my tech Draymond 'cause it'll get to fouling
TLC, I’m always creepin’, drinkin’ pink but it ain’t Easter
Don’t really fuck with rap hoes, they wanna fuck and get a feature
You still gotta pay me ten, either that or you can beat it
Deacon BFB, I pray over the syrup before I drink it
I call her “pooty booty,” when we fuck, she always queefin’
Her daddy black and mama white, saved her number under “zebra”
Show a **** how to eat, they still wantin’ me to feed 'em
Bitch, I got three kids I gotta feed, go suck a penis
Sneak always tryna slide, I might give big bro a brick
When I was fucked up in Houston, didn’t nobody gimme shit
Told my side bitch, "I’m sorry," man, I bust her on the lip
I told the bitch, "I’m boutta cum" and she wouldn’t get up off my dick, uh
Perc thirty packed, get a strip and get some fit
My money longer than the strip, hold on, let me talk my shit
I invest in my hoes, I might go and frost my wrist
My granny dipped in my stash and I went across her shit
Don’t judge me, mhm, man, I know I got some crazy lines
He think that’s his kid, but I’m knowin’ that that baby mine
Finesse, he drinkin’ green, he think it’s red, hit him with the dye
I been that **** way back when Snow had a lazy eye
Big Lunch Crew, Get Slumped Crew
“Oh man, that bitch a slut”, chill, I’m a slut, too
Keep the blick under my stomach, shit, but I’ll punch, too
You gettin' money, I can’t get none with you, then it’s "Fuck you, ****"
Hahahahahahahaha, the Lunch Crew Company
Written by: Malik Taylor, Tyree Thomas, Waleed Fry
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