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Pacman da Gunman - Motion Man Lyrics



Pacman da Gunman - Motion Man Lyrics




But look
Got the block on my shoulders
Got the hood on my back
Bad bitch in my bed
Wall safe for the racks
All my haters is broke
Quick to slide for my locs
If I don't f*ck with you niggas then I bet it's gon' show
Won't harvest no snitch
I ain't soft for no bitch
She can suck a nigga dick or something maybe that's it
F*ck a popular trend
I be poppin' the truth
Don't try to jump in his car if you know you won't shoot

What the f*ck is a friend
I'm the one with the motion
Making plays when I plot and I ain't using emotions
I ain't call for no guns
I ain't call for no help
Hit my line politicking and pulled up by
Myself
What y'all talking about
Ol gossiping niggas
I let them live another day I could've
Popped out your niggas
Man these niggas be sweet
They be irking my teeth
Wasting time get some money why y'all talking about me
Niggas probably think it's sweet or something
Til a nigga start sweeping something
Camping out down the street or somethin'
Got me looking like a creeper or somethin'
But f*ck the nerds where my locs at
Them same niggas who be hanging where the smoke at
The ones who went to spend when niggas tried to smoke Pac
Yeah they quick to grab a trigg spin and
And choke that
Free the gang

Got the block on my shoulders
Got the hood on my back
Bad bitch in my bed
Wall safe for the racks
All my haters is broke
Quick to slide for my locs
If I don't f*ck with you niggas then I bet it's gon' show
Won't harvest no snitch
I ain't soft for no bitch
She can suck a nigga dick or something maybe that's it
F*ck a popular trend
I be poppin' the truth
Don't try to jump in his car if you know you won't shoot

It's the big bad wolf
Showed up with a chopper
50 cal probably mounted
To a blue helicopter
Shake em up I'ma seizure
Nigga what's the procedure
When you see me peeling out in a new white beater
Wood stock I'm a beaver nigga
F*ck the rules I'm a cheater nigga
Won't believe it till you see it nigga
Play it raw and try to sneak a nigga
Grab your rifle then
Once your rifle out
Get your ass in the car
Then you find yourself a route
You leave a nigga holy just to turn his extras down
Nigga why you chasing clout
Or have the homie poke him
Never f*cked with no powder
Used to want an impala
Hit the gas make it holler
Khaki suit f*ck a Prada
First Rollie I stole it
Went broke and I sold it
Spot a buster with a gun can I see let me hold it

Got the block on my shoulders
Got the hood on my back
Bad bitch in my bed
Wall safe for the racks
All my haters is broke
Quick to slide for my locs
If I don't f*ck with you niggas then I bet it's gon' show
Won't harvest no snitch
I ain't soft for no bitch
She can suck a nigga dick or something maybe that's it
F*ck a popular trend
I be poppin' the truth
Don't try to jump in his car if you know you won't shoot
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But look
Got the block on my shoulders
Got the hood on my back
Bad bitch in my bed
Wall safe for the racks
All my haters is broke
Quick to slide for my locs
If I don't f*ck with you niggas then I bet it's gon' show
Won't harvest no snitch
I ain't soft for no bitch
She can suck a nigga dick or something maybe that's it
F*ck a popular trend
I be poppin' the truth
Don't try to jump in his car if you know you won't shoot

What the f*ck is a friend
I'm the one with the motion
Making plays when I plot and I ain't using emotions
I ain't call for no guns
I ain't call for no help
Hit my line politicking and pulled up by
Myself
What y'all talking about
Ol gossiping niggas
I let them live another day I could've
Popped out your niggas
Man these niggas be sweet
They be irking my teeth
Wasting time get some money why y'all talking about me
Niggas probably think it's sweet or something
Til a nigga start sweeping something
Camping out down the street or somethin'
Got me looking like a creeper or somethin'
But f*ck the nerds where my locs at
Them same niggas who be hanging where the smoke at
The ones who went to spend when niggas tried to smoke Pac
Yeah they quick to grab a trigg spin and
And choke that
Free the gang

Got the block on my shoulders
Got the hood on my back
Bad bitch in my bed
Wall safe for the racks
All my haters is broke
Quick to slide for my locs
If I don't f*ck with you niggas then I bet it's gon' show
Won't harvest no snitch
I ain't soft for no bitch
She can suck a nigga dick or something maybe that's it
F*ck a popular trend
I be poppin' the truth
Don't try to jump in his car if you know you won't shoot

It's the big bad wolf
Showed up with a chopper
50 cal probably mounted
To a blue helicopter
Shake em up I'ma seizure
Nigga what's the procedure
When you see me peeling out in a new white beater
Wood stock I'm a beaver nigga
F*ck the rules I'm a cheater nigga
Won't believe it till you see it nigga
Play it raw and try to sneak a nigga
Grab your rifle then
Once your rifle out
Get your ass in the car
Then you find yourself a route
You leave a nigga holy just to turn his extras down
Nigga why you chasing clout
Or have the homie poke him
Never f*cked with no powder
Used to want an impala
Hit the gas make it holler
Khaki suit f*ck a Prada
First Rollie I stole it
Went broke and I sold it
Spot a buster with a gun can I see let me hold it

Got the block on my shoulders
Got the hood on my back
Bad bitch in my bed
Wall safe for the racks
All my haters is broke
Quick to slide for my locs
If I don't f*ck with you niggas then I bet it's gon' show
Won't harvest no snitch
I ain't soft for no bitch
She can suck a nigga dick or something maybe that's it
F*ck a popular trend
I be poppin' the truth
Don't try to jump in his car if you know you won't shoot
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Writer: Damonte Lyles
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Pacman da Gunman - Motion Man Video
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Performed By: Pacman da Gunman
Language: English
Length: 2:46
Written by: Damonte Lyles

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