Lil' Keke

Lil' Keke - Make Em' Break It lyrics

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(feat. Baby, Juvenile, Turk)



[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) [x4]



(This is Lil' Keke feature the Hot Boys,Hot Boys) [x8]
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Language: English

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