Juvenile - Set It Off Lyrics

(Juvenile)

I'ma T.C. solja, New Orleans stunna
If a B**** 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 pu**y, 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 pu**y, 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 muthaf**ka
Wodie, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup
Set It Off in this muthaf**ka
Wodie, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup
Set It Off in this muthaf**ka
Wodie, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup
Set It Off in this muthaf**ka

(Juvenile)

That Nig-gidty Nig-gidty Nile's in this B****, 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, B**** 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 you, a shot to yo dome
F**kin' wit yo boys and all that talkin, they gone get hit too
I'm really not givin a f***, as long as I get u
Jamie, Fresh, Joe, Bubba
Ya gotta admit ha, Juvie a motherf**ker
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 muthaf**kin' 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' n**** save that there
I been dealin' wit you B****es 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
B****es see tha sliver wit tha phat ass pipes
Bein followed by some niggas on some bad ass bikes

(Hook)

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