Make My Day lyrics

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WC


[L-Burna]
You ready to face this whole new millenium ha
n*gga you raw you ain't got no fears ha ha
Tell me what you gonna do when they be droppin them bombs
Cause I'm gonna ring me alarm
Try to stick it n*gga now you know you got to do me
Gone try to shoot me
Or retaliate with this Ozzie got me showed you this is heavens movie
Watch out n*gga I'm gonna knock out any motherf*cker
Who thinking that they bout it
Wanna talk about it, do something about it
Them Cleaveland boys get rowdy
Get buck with me get buck with me
Now you know I'm ready to die for Thugs-N-Harmony
n*gga spark the weed you feeling my Desperados I know

[Chorus: Baby S & L-Burna]
Every single day, n*ggas wanna come my way
(hey o hey oowayyy) If you ready to ride then n*gga make my day
Every single day, n*ggas wanna come my way
(hey o hey oowayyy) If you ready to roll then n*gga make my day

[Baby S]
Man oh man
World coming living way bad
Gotta get me a drink and a new broad
Let me think now I got a bad broad that you pass
So I download my mind with the icky-sticky-tricky bon bon
Now I'm ready for whatever what the f*ck come
Im off the chain
The ear piece platinum Ring
Had a fake b*tch on my team
But a lemonade two rats now I came back
With an album sold more than Sting
And they said he wanna come my way gonna be holy without a day
You could be about peace on the street ain't still gonna put in work

[Chorus x2]

[L-Burna]
You a n*gga, I'm a n*gga, we some n*ggas
They some n*ggas, we gonna be some n*ggas for Life
Im gonna be a richer n*gga, can u feel a n*gga, dig a n*gga
It's just like rollin a dice
And at the end of the night
I be the n*gga with the longest braid
Callin all the shots with the big Gator blocks and the fat knot
Then they hit the block straight setup shots screaming f*ck the cops
It don't stop till they law down
Im make a n*gga draw down I'm a c*ck my Glock and squeeze
Put a motherf*cker on his knees
And if he don't believe me get these nuts
n*gga when I put it down real with my n*gga Baby S
I'll make the whole world damn n*gga best
Better yet I'mma make them holla damn they raw the realest n*gga you saw
Who wanna step to this?
Ain't no thug in the line that could feel these shoes
I gotta pay my dues
I got the right to f*ck
If you step on my feet you'll be whippin it off
I give a f*ck about a motherf*cker who be liking the boss
I uppike the cost
Make em all bow down,way down, n*ggas wanna test me now
Im willing to bit I go round for round pound for pound
See if these worst criminal n*ggas Got tips on they sleeves
What about these real cleaveland n*ggas called SCT's

[Chorus x3]

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