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Fredo Santana( Derrick Coleman )
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Play With Yo Children (feat. Gucci Mane)
[Verse 1 – Gucci Mane:] 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 the 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 [?]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 [is]seven feet tall like Rasheed Wallace These niggas say that they some killers but they act like hoes I got hustle, I'm a king [?]your grandma's roses
[Hook x2 – Gucci Mane:] 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 [no], I'm not a psychic, but I predict a killing In such a short time, I made myself some millions
[Verse 2 – Fredo Santana:] [In]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[ing]man, just like a gym do Nigga try to rob me, forgot I had my pistol Some guy calling me, he talking bout how [the]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 [are]cuckoo Hop out the cut, unfold them, [and]I will shoot you Just bought a brand new chopper, them bullets gone kiss you [?]next Friday your mama [is]gone miss you But that's how it get[s]when you're fucking with a boss dude Ain't no pretending, you don't want to cop a [?] I'm [gonna]tell you once boy you better play with your children
[Hook x2 – Gucci Mane:] 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 [no], I'm not a psychic, but I predict a killing In such a short time, I made myself some millions
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