Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Play with Your Children, artist - Gucci Mane. Date of issue: 28.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Play with Your Children |
| Yeah I fell off for a minute but I’m right back balling |
| I’m a big ass nigga but got this little sharp on it |
| I got my wine with me nigga but I ain’t from New Orleans |
| You know them young niggas will kill you for them brand new Jordans |
| I fucked the gamblers house up, I want to buy one, bought it |
| Little bad bitch went and bought me that brand new Audi |
| They call me thigh pad shawty, got the real high prices |
| Keep a pocket rocket, make your ass come out of the closet |
| I got the squares in, niggas smelling like nail polish |
| My stack seven feet tall like Rasheed Wallace |
| These niggas say that they some killers but they act like hoes |
| I got a heart so I’m kill you and send your grandma roses |
| 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 killing |
| In such a short time, I made myself some millions |
| 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 killing |
| In such a short time, I made myself some millions |
| 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 nigga, go play with your children |
| Working with the work man, just like a gym do |
| Niggas try to rob me, thank god I had my pistol |
| Some thot calling me, she talking bout her rent due |
| Better go find your boyfriend, 'cause all I do is fuck you |
| Nigga 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 foenem, I will shoot you |
| Just bought a brand new chopper, them bullets gon' kiss you |
| Funeral next Friday your mama gon' miss you |
| But that’s how it get when you’re fucking with a boss dude |
| Ain’t no pretending, you don’t want to cop a Hyundai |
| I’mma tell you once boy you better play with your children |
| 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 killing |
| In such a short time, I made myself some millions |
| 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 killing |
| In such a short time, I made myself some millions |