Juvenile

Juvenile - Set It Off lyrics

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[Juvenile]

I'ma T.C. solja, New Orleans stunna

If a bitch leave me, I'ma take every thing from her

Leave while ya can, or ya mom will pick ya rum up

I'ma find me some new pussy, and buy me a Four-Runner

I walk wit a limp, cuz my nuts heavy

And I like it from tha back so hold your butt steady

I know I got some big lips, but I ain't trippin

Lil Momma I love pussy, but I ain't lickin

Now prepare yourself for some new dick'n

You don't want it girl?, you don't know what u missin

I'm tha baddest boss nigga walkin

You ain't heard I got a team of head busters waitin to give me tha work

I gotta few in tha East Coast, a few in tha West

Down-South to Mid-W, wassup to tha rest

Can't forget about tha ghetto, where they strugglin in debt

No matter what I do dawg, I love my set

[Hook (Juvenile)]

Wodie, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup

Set It Off in this muthafucka

Wodie, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup

Set It Off in this muthafucka

Wodie, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup

Set It Off in this muthafucka

Wodie, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup

Set It Off in this muthafucka

[Juvenile]

That Nig-gidty Nig-gidty Nile's in this bitch, get right

Fuck what u heard on tha streets, it's CMR for life

Still ridin on dubs, sippin brown and white

Jump stupid if u want, bitch we gone clown tonite

We got 25 choppers in tha V.I.P.

Cristal, a 40 of Jack and a pound of weed

And I know u waitin for me to get drunk, and follow me home

Picture what I'm gone give to u, a shot to yo dome

Fuckin wit yo boys and all that talkin, they gone get hit too

I'm really not givin a fuck, as long as I get u

Jamie, Fresh, Joe, Bubba

Ya gotta admit ha, Juvie a motherfucker

I'ma general, executin tha plan

Got a vision of that 3rd Ward rule'n tha land

Comin up on hoes, tellin them to jump in the van

Mommy please come break off just me and my man

[Hook]

[Juvenile]

55% of these niggas is fake, tha other 45% be handlin they weight

55% of these women is hoes, tha other 45% be playin they role

Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer, take these muthafuckin cuffs off of us

We kill nobody in this car, but us

And ridin on 20's is tha law for us

I ain't from France, but excuse my french

Fuck ya if ya hatin, nigga save that there

I been dealinw it u bitches from why way back then

Plus I kept a fire ducked off to lay back in

You say my momma played me and J be tight

Juvie takin care, so everything alright

Bitches see tha sliver (?) wit tha phat ass pipes

Bein followed by some niggas on some bad ass bikes

[Hook]

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