Информация о песне На данной странице вы можете ознакомиться с текстом песни Play with Your Children, исполнителя - Gucci Mane.
Дата выпуска: 28.04.2016
Возрастные ограничения: 18+
Язык песни: Английский
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 |