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There he go that's John Doe There he go that's John Doe There he go that's John Doe And I'm still whipping up a kilo [Chorus] There he go that's John Doe On my Pyro pellets turn you bitch niggas to ghost Pacman, Over one hundred sold Pacman, just ordered one hundred more Pacman, you can fry it in a pan Pacman, in no time you will be buying land Pacman, do it for your mom and them Pacman, until I get one hundred in It's P I double L Professional Shit Kicka 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 weight Lifting See one thousand stamped on the tape because they yay shape shifting That's that terminator choppa make a nigga do a back flip 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 [Chorus] One Hundred in I'm on my Gucci shit Gucci Luciano bitch you know I'm Gucci Rich Maserati boy I got two of them Same color boy I just got two of them Ten chains see I'm one ignant nigga I'm a 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 [Chorus] This that yamco yay Pacman what we selling Got these J's chasing rocks Like they chasing power pellets Met this lady named Eselis Say she nag for some terrace But she hungry for that yayo ask her granny 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 equipped and ready Okay then And quit flexing like the soda sack Before they find you slumped over in a cul-de-sac My whole wrist lumped up serving boulder sacks Pink city representa thought I told you that [Chorus]
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