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Play Bome (feat. PastorRiko) Video (MV)




Performed By: Ham Bome
Language: English
Length: 4:01
Written by: Ham Bome, Rob Smalls




Ham Bome - Play Bome (feat. PastorRiko) Lyrics
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Buss it...
I met yo bitch in the club
She wanna get it all from me
We used to f*ck in the summer
I cut it...
Kuz she only f*ck wit the plugs
She rollin' up the exotic bud
Told her "you can be my bottle buddy
Love it...
I don't want a kiss and a hug
I'm on a chase to the hunnits
And I gotta keep it a hunnit
I feel nothin'...
You act like I need you for something
It's nothin' to get me a nut, yeah"
(So what I'ma do?)
Play On , Play Boy
What we say?
All of my n***** they make bread
So all of my n***** they take bread
All of my n***** they make bread
So all of my n***** they take bread
All of my n***** they make bread
So we know how to break bread
All of my n***** take care of fam
So we going hard til the day's end
I got a lot of girls chasing a n**** like they was racing
Tryna get my number and tryna see where my place is
I just say "don't get offended but you gotta face it
Take a ticket, get in line
'Cause girl you gotta wait ya turn
Wait ya turn
Wait
Girl you gotta wait ya turn
Wait ya turn
Wait (Alright)
But it's nothing to keep up the hustle and get up the bundle and keep 'em all coming
They all lying believe in the numbers
Ain't no need to find peace in a bitch
Ain't no need for me chasing a woman who playing wit money 'cause they just a danger
They ain't manage or saving the paper
They gon' be on yo back like a dagger
In the brib with a P I'ma bag it
I'ma make all these plays up in traffic
On the corner wit young n**** baggies
Serving hand to hand doing it gladly
All of my n***** saying "no fib" while doing the fraud, swiping the plastic
We be taking as much as we can
I'll be on it up like Saran
I'ma sell it as fast as I can, yeah
Play On, Play Boy
What we say?
All of my n***** they make bread
So all of my n***** they take bread
All of my n***** they make bread
So all of my n***** they take bread
All of my n***** they make bread
So we know how to break bread
All of my n***** take care of fam
So we going hard til the day's end
Every night gotta make a play
And play it cool til you know it's safe
Have a merry wedding to the cake
I'm throwing a money bouquet because I know they hating
I got some more diamonds to put in the brace...
Making em shine in face...
Hey
I bet you heard what I said
Know what we got at your head
A drum on the K and the tek, hey
Follow me
I throw a lot of this cheese
She make it drop and it shake like a seizure
I stuff a lot in a leaf
Gang get a lot of the green
I do a lot for me
Won't find me giving no gwaup to a treesha
Please believe it, I'ma just stay in my damn zone
You thinking that you can play Bome?
You gotta know that you played wrong
You better get on the scale right
I'm bouta chop it up real nice
Won't walk in ya house I need invites
I'ma thief in the night like a Vampire
A thief in the night like a Vampire
Play On, Play Boy
What we say?
All of my n***** they make bread
So all of my n***** they take bread
All of my n***** they make bread
So all of my n***** they take bread
All of my n***** they make bread
So we know how to break bread
All of my n***** take care of fam
So we going hard til the day's end
You know me
Ham Bome though
Whoa whoa whoa
I'm Bome Grown
Blowin' Bome strong
Cloud smoke (Watch out)
Run it up, I hadda do it again
Fumble up? Never that
I hadda pick up the win
Run it back, to the house
You know I'ma get it all in
Stack it up, rubber bands
I hadda get up my N's
Yeah
PastorRiko
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Buss it...
I met yo bitch in the club
She wanna get it all from me
We used to f*ck in the summer
I cut it...
Kuz she only f*ck wit the plugs
She rollin' up the exotic bud
Told her "you can be my bottle buddy
Love it...
I don't want a kiss and a hug
I'm on a chase to the hunnits
And I gotta keep it a hunnit
I feel nothin'...
You act like I need you for something
It's nothin' to get me a nut, yeah"
(So what I'ma do?)
Play On , Play Boy
What we say?
All of my n***** they make bread
So all of my n***** they take bread
All of my n***** they make bread
So all of my n***** they take bread
All of my n***** they make bread
So we know how to break bread
All of my n***** take care of fam
So we going hard til the day's end
I got a lot of girls chasing a n**** like they was racing
Tryna get my number and tryna see where my place is
I just say "don't get offended but you gotta face it
Take a ticket, get in line
'Cause girl you gotta wait ya turn
Wait ya turn
Wait
Girl you gotta wait ya turn
Wait ya turn
Wait (Alright)
But it's nothing to keep up the hustle and get up the bundle and keep 'em all coming
They all lying believe in the numbers
Ain't no need to find peace in a bitch
Ain't no need for me chasing a woman who playing wit money 'cause they just a danger
They ain't manage or saving the paper
They gon' be on yo back like a dagger
In the brib with a P I'ma bag it
I'ma make all these plays up in traffic
On the corner wit young n**** baggies
Serving hand to hand doing it gladly
All of my n***** saying "no fib" while doing the fraud, swiping the plastic
We be taking as much as we can
I'll be on it up like Saran
I'ma sell it as fast as I can, yeah
Play On, Play Boy
What we say?
All of my n***** they make bread
So all of my n***** they take bread
All of my n***** they make bread
So all of my n***** they take bread
All of my n***** they make bread
So we know how to break bread
All of my n***** take care of fam
So we going hard til the day's end
Every night gotta make a play
And play it cool til you know it's safe
Have a merry wedding to the cake
I'm throwing a money bouquet because I know they hating
I got some more diamonds to put in the brace...
Making em shine in face...
Hey
I bet you heard what I said
Know what we got at your head
A drum on the K and the tek, hey
Follow me
I throw a lot of this cheese
She make it drop and it shake like a seizure
I stuff a lot in a leaf
Gang get a lot of the green
I do a lot for me
Won't find me giving no gwaup to a treesha
Please believe it, I'ma just stay in my damn zone
You thinking that you can play Bome?
You gotta know that you played wrong
You better get on the scale right
I'm bouta chop it up real nice
Won't walk in ya house I need invites
I'ma thief in the night like a Vampire
A thief in the night like a Vampire
Play On, Play Boy
What we say?
All of my n***** they make bread
So all of my n***** they take bread
All of my n***** they make bread
So all of my n***** they take bread
All of my n***** they make bread
So we know how to break bread
All of my n***** take care of fam
So we going hard til the day's end
You know me
Ham Bome though
Whoa whoa whoa
I'm Bome Grown
Blowin' Bome strong
Cloud smoke (Watch out)
Run it up, I hadda do it again
Fumble up? Never that
I hadda pick up the win
Run it back, to the house
You know I'ma get it all in
Stack it up, rubber bands
I hadda get up my N's
Yeah
PastorRiko
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Writer: Ham Bome, Rob Smalls
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