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Play Bout Me Video (MV)




Performed By: Nemchel
Language: English
Length: 2:03
Written by: Nemchel Brunette




Nemchel - Play Bout Me Lyrics
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First, I wanna start with your mama
I swear she raised a bitch, she raised up a daughter oh
And now I gotta disappear like your father oh
My phone on DND so please do not bother no
Your pockets on dry like them Popeyes biscuits
Should've seen it coming, don't know how I missed it
This Nigga had me f*cked up, nigga had me twisted
Thinking you the bad guy, now I gotta flip it
Yeah, I be hanging with them dreadlocks
Have your ass running home just like a Red Sox, oh
Make a movie like a red box, red bottom
Hit you with that red dot yeah
I be hanging with them dreadlocks
Have your ass running home just like a Red Sox, oh
Make a movie like a red box, red bottom
Hit you with that red dot
Should've bought your panties from the start
What size you wear? I know it ain't a medium or large
Know I been working, you hoping I don't pop
Cause you know that every song, I'ma tell just what you not
I should've f*cked one of your homies
Have your ass throwing up wishing that you don't know me
But I guess it didn't work that way, but I wish it did
I seen him in them gray sweats, he got a bigger print
Yeah, I be hanging with them dreadlocks
Have your ass running home just like a Red Sox, oh
Make a movie like a red box, red bottom
Hit you with that red dot yeah
I be hanging with them dreadlocks
Have your ass running home just like a Red Sox, oh
Make a movie like a red box, red bottom
Hit you with that red dot
Oh Ima hit you with that
Oh
Red bottoms hit you with that red dot
Yeah Dreadlocks gone hit you with that
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English

First, I wanna start with your mama
I swear she raised a bitch, she raised up a daughter oh
And now I gotta disappear like your father oh
My phone on DND so please do not bother no
Your pockets on dry like them Popeyes biscuits
Should've seen it coming, don't know how I missed it
This Nigga had me f*cked up, nigga had me twisted
Thinking you the bad guy, now I gotta flip it
Yeah, I be hanging with them dreadlocks
Have your ass running home just like a Red Sox, oh
Make a movie like a red box, red bottom
Hit you with that red dot yeah
I be hanging with them dreadlocks
Have your ass running home just like a Red Sox, oh
Make a movie like a red box, red bottom
Hit you with that red dot
Should've bought your panties from the start
What size you wear? I know it ain't a medium or large
Know I been working, you hoping I don't pop
Cause you know that every song, I'ma tell just what you not
I should've f*cked one of your homies
Have your ass throwing up wishing that you don't know me
But I guess it didn't work that way, but I wish it did
I seen him in them gray sweats, he got a bigger print
Yeah, I be hanging with them dreadlocks
Have your ass running home just like a Red Sox, oh
Make a movie like a red box, red bottom
Hit you with that red dot yeah
I be hanging with them dreadlocks
Have your ass running home just like a Red Sox, oh
Make a movie like a red box, red bottom
Hit you with that red dot
Oh Ima hit you with that
Oh
Red bottoms hit you with that red dot
Yeah Dreadlocks gone hit you with that
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Writer: Nemchel Brunette
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