pacman da gunman not your average şarkı sözleri

(Yeah, boy) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Turn it up a bit for me) (Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy) (Lil' more, yeah, yeah, look) Palm itchin' so I'm on my way to get it Keep them peoples out my business I ain't struggled in a minute Now she always in her feelings I ain't fucked her in a minute But she know she gotta suck it 'til I'm finished Uh, not your average I'm a goon from the gutter I'm a nigga that's gone take it there every single summer (summer) Block burner 90's baby I'm a hot boy (boy) Thirty shots in these brand-new cop toys Break the Benz got it fixed went and bought a Range (bought a Range) Know some niggas got rich then they left the game (game) Me yeah, I just left the hood nigga (nigga) Ask my youngins I just dropped off some goods, nigga (nigga) Ask my youngins yeah, I'm way worse than Suge, nigga (Suge, nigga) I was twelve years old with the pull, nigga Now I'm pullin' up in a late model foreign and its tinted up (tinted up) Attitude still f*ck it nigga hit 'em up (hit 'em up) My ambition as a rider nigga zip 'em up (zip 'em up) Look every month I do a dub and that's a fact, nigga (fact nigga) Not includin' all the money from the trap, nigga Palm itchin' so I'm on my way to get it Keep them peoples out my business I ain't struggled in a minute now she always in her feelings I ain't fucked her in a minute But she know she gotta suck it 'til I'm finished Uh, not your average I'm a goon from the gutter I'm a nigga that's gone take it there every single summer (summer) Block burner 90's baby I'm a hot boy (hot boy) Thirty shots in these brand-new cop toys Big fella, two Rollies, five Cubans and they all yellow (all yellow) Got mid highs and lows and they all sellin' (all sellin') Niggas said they all solid but they all tellin' (they all tellin') You niggas talk like reverends (talk like reverends) Look count me up don't wanna hear it ain't no cash involved And I'm tryna get adjusted 'cause my life revolved (life revolved) Ain't no feelings for no snitches Y'all be poppin' off Wasn't for the cameras nigga, prolly woulda killed them all (do it) Do it for the real Do it for the trenches (trenches) Do it for the shooters that got sent to the benches (to the benches) Slug for the fake Slug for the hate (hate) Slug for the niggas helped the pigs crack the case (crack the case)
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