Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Time to Make It Happen, artist - Lil Keke. Album song Top Features, Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.06.2013
Record label: Seven 13
Song language: English
Time to Make It Happen |
| 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 |
| (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) |
| 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 |
| 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) |