Lil` Keke F- Baby Juvenile Turk Make Em` Break It Lyrics

Make Em` Break It Lyrics

[Lil' Keke] 

 Woody,Wodie,Woody,Wodie........ 

 

 [Juvenile] 

 

 My nigga,my motherfuckin',my wodie-May'ron 

 My people like used to be runnin' with up in uptown 

 What I see now the game ain't for me to be in 

 So I'm pretend cause niggas can't (?) (?) 

 Now I'm pretend in the middle of the projects it stings 

 Cause niggas trippin' they really think that they could win 

 I ain't wit dat, I'ont even want em' around 

 I'm a 2x loser, one more time they go around me 

 

 [Baby](Lil' Keke) 

 

 Wodie, platinum pieces increases 

 Nigga we the Denver Broncos of this rappin' season 

 Fuck dapters,Clappin season 

 Nigga wanna be a baller..playboy in nappy season 

 I'm the motherfuckin' shot caller 

 CMB be the reason we toting they heads makin' money 

 We cooking bacon,fuck the bullshit we money makin'' 

 Bitch nigga daughter breakin' 

 Put yo money on the table playboy 

 You can't fake it (Wodie) 

 How we luv that? 

 

 (Metalic Voice) 

 

  

 (These are the Hot Boys if not they'll make it,shake it 

  These are the Hot Boys if not they'll take it,shake it 

  These are the Hot Boys if not they'll make it,shake it 

  These are the Hot Boys if not they'll make em,break it) 

 

 [Turk] 

 

 I just don't give a fuck either I live or I die 

 Until then I'm going all out and don't ask why 

 Untamed guerilla,hard head and don't listen, 

 Magnolia soldiers standing black two pistols by myself 

 When I come and get ya 

 When I'm full of that dope nigga,I'ma split ya 

 Lil' Turk bout gun play and any day nigga whatever 

 Light or daytime it really don't matter 

 I'm a Hot Boy fo' sho' 

 I'm bout' riding, I leave yo head bust nigga 

 When I start Firing 

 

 [Lil' Keke'] 

 

 Wodie,Woody,Wodie 

 All the playas in th club-try to bounce to dis 

 Throw yo roley in the air-smoke an ounce to dis 

 Its Lil' Keke comission out so lonely CMG's 

 And now Cash Money,now u hoes feeeling me? 

 Its going now from Michi to Uptown wit clowns 

 Smoke a pound e-ve-ry these haters they buying out 

 When I come around ,I know a scene wit bassment 

 Strictly paper chasing 

 Indo we raising, for info we wrote it in pens wit green letters 

 With tha tasting its (?) Blue or Gold or better its whatever 

 Creeping the pen-a freestyle 

 Thats a block on fire wit Turk and Juvenile 

 If the gold is mine and Safaris hard don't you ever mistake 

 Lil' keke and the Hot Boys 

 We some worldwide players from the dirty south 

 Diamonds,Gametes and rocks all up in my eye 

 This fo' real-violence it takes,we get payed 

 And the drop-top Twista Rosa-Let the sun hit the face...nigga 

 Woody Wodie Woody....... 

  

  

 

 (Shake it mama 

  Shake it papi 4X) 

 

 (This is Lil' Keke feature the Hot Boys,Hot Boys 8x)