Letra

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 fucked 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 fucked 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
Writer(s): Nemchel Brunette Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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