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Make It Happen

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歌词

Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah
Whoo
Yeah
We gon' whip it till it's all white
It's gon' be a long night
We gonna get it alright
And we gon' get along right
Right Right Right
Hustle hard and double up
Shitting on these niggas walk in now they got the bubble guts
These niggas can't fuck with us
Told the gang huddle up
We gon run them numbers up
Nigga I'm a one of one
Just wait til the summer come huh
Imma fuck em up
She throw it back I uppercut
Put her right to sleep like I done fixed her with that robituss
Jumped up in that hummer truck uh
Bring it back like throwback Thursday feel like Stunna son uh
They know I'm up to something
I seen this shit coming like the sunrise
Picture me rolling now I got them bitches tongue tied
My high school crush nudes in my archives uh
Look how the tables turned
Light a blunt and let it burn
Took the hard times as motivation I waited my turn
It was written while they wishing they could overwrite it
She coming over and she so excited
Oh oooh
Grab the the keys she on her way oh
Told her pull up girl just hit my phone oh oooh
We could fuck but you can't stay though
Girl you know we just getting it on oooh ooooooh oooh
And I think I
Found myself a way
Pray I keep on pace
I feel so estranged
I know my days
I know my days
Are numbered
So I'm moving
What can I do but
Go and get it to it
To see that I've had something left in my life
Guides me on my way
I had to show (I had to show oh no)
I'll be okay (I'll be okay oh no)
I'll be okay
I said I got it baby
No hiding from my fate
We gon' whip it till it's all white
It's gon' be a long night
We gonna get it alright
And we gon' get along right
Right Right
Double C body down to the pair
Custom you won't find it anywhere
You asked for the best
In the flesh mi appear
The game need change
I'm the cash around here
I never fall in love
Middle finger in the air
I'm here to fuck it up
Put the money in the air
Done dealt with enough
I ain't got the heart to care
Banks filthy
Brilliant bitch
My plans don't permit
Hiccups or slips
Yo fix your approach
'Fore you talk to me slick
I never touch a nine
I'm too muhfuckin' pretty
But my frame of mind
Will double your checks
Watch how they hate
Shawty hurt cause this hit
If it ain't about numbers
Forget forget
Drop top the coup
My new roof yeah it split
He told you he love you
He wrote me a check
We gon' whip it till it's all white
It's gon' be a long night
We gonna get it alright
And we gon' get along right
We gon' whip it till it's all white
It's gon' be a long night
We gonna get it alright
And we gon' get along right
Right Right Right