Fredo Santana - Play With Your Children lyrics

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Fredo Santana - Play With Your Children lyrics

[Produced by 808 Mafia] [Verse 1 – Gucci Mane] Yeah I fell off for a minute but I'm right back balling I'm a big a** n***a but got this little sharp on it I got my wine with me n***a but I ain't from New Orleans You know them young n***as will k** you for them brand new Jordans I f**ed the gamblers house up, I want to buy one, bought it Little bad b**h went and bought me that brand new Audi They call me [?] shawty, got the real high prices Keep a pocket rocket, make your a** come out of the closet I got the squares in, n***as smelling like nail polish My stack seven feet tall like Rasheed Wallace These n***as say that they some k**ers but they act like hoes I got a heart so I'm k** you and send your grandma roses [Hook – Gucci Mane][x2] You better play with your children, you better play with your children Cause you ain't got to tell me, I can see you're in your feelings Hell naw, I'm not a psychic, but I predict a k**ing In such a short time, I made myself some millions [Verse 2 – Fredo Santana] Just a short time I made about a million Not off no rap check but trapping in them buildings From all this lean I sip I done spent about a million And I don't beef with kids n***a, go play with your children Working with the work man, just like a gym do n***as try to rob me, thank god I had my pistol Some guy calling me, he talking bout how rent due Better go find your boyfriend, cause all I do is f** you n***a playing with me, knowing I'm a loose screw Don't make me pull up with the youngins, boy them boys is KuKu Hop out the cut, on fo nem, I will shoot you Just bought a brand new chopper, them bullets gone kiss you Funeral next Friday your mama gone miss you But that's how it get when you're f**ing with a boss dude Ain't no pretending, you don't want to cop a [?] I'mma tell you once boy you better play with your children [Hook – Gucci Mane][x2] You better play with your children, you better play with your children Cause you ain't got to tell me, I can see you're in your feelings Hell naw, I'm not a psychic, but I predict a k**ing In such a short time, I made myself some millions

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