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lirik lagu juvenile - set it off (radio remix)

kick -ss
(mmm hmm)
c’mon
(uh huh, mm hmm)
y’all boys don’t know nuttin’ ’bout me
(mm hmm, uh huh)
ya heard? ladies and gentlemen

i’ma t.c. soldier, new orleans stunna
if a b-tch leave me, i’ma take everything from her
leave while ya can, or ya mom will pick ya rum up
i’ma find me some new p-ssy and buy a four-runner

i walk with a limp, ’cause my nuts heavy
and i like it from the back so hold your b-tt steady
i know i got some big lips, but i ain’t trippin’
and momma i love p-ssy, but i ain’t lickin’
now prepare yourself for a smooth d-ckin’
you don’t want it girl? you don’t know, what you missin’

i’m the baddest boss n-gg- walkin’, you ain’t heard?
i got a team of head busters waitin’ to give ’em the word
i gotta few in the east coast, a few in the west
down-south to mid-w, whattup to the rest
can’t forget about the ghetto where they strugglin’ in debt
no matter what i do dawg, i love my set, ladies and gentlemen

wodie, w-ssup, wodette, w-ssup, wodie, w-ssup
set it off in this motherf-cker
wodie, w-ssup, wodette, w-ssup, wodie, w-ssup
set it off in this motherf-cker

the niggidy, niggidy nile’s in this b-tch, get right
f-ck what you heard on the street it’s cmr for life
still ridin’ on dubs, sippin’ brown and white
jump stupid if you want b-tch we gon’ clown tonite

we got twenty-five choppers in the v.i.p.
cristal and 40 yack and a pound of weed
i know you wait for me to get drunk and follow me home
picture what i’ma give you though, a shot to yo’ dome

f-ck it if your boys gon’ be talkin’ they gon’ get hit too
i’m really not givin’ a f-ck, long as i get you
jamie, fresh, joe, bubba
ya gotta admit ha, juvie a motherf-cker

i’ma general, executin’ the plan
got a vision of the 3rd ward, rulinn the land
runnin’ up on hoes, tellin’ them to jump in the van
mommy please come break off just me and my man

wodie, w-ssup, wodette, w-ssup, wodie, w-ssup
set it off in this motherf-cker
wodie, w-ssup, wodette, w-ssup, wodie, w-ssup
set it off in this motherf-cker

55 percent of these n-gg-z is fake
the other 45 percent be handlin’ they weight
55 percent of these women is hoes
the other 45 percent be playin’ they role

mr. officer, mr. officer
take these motherf-ckin’ cuffs off of us
we ain’t kill n-body in this car, for us
and ridin’ on 20’s is the law for us

i ain’t from france but excuse my french
f-ck ya if ya hatin’, n-gg- save that then
i been dealin’ wit you b-tches from way back then
plus i kept a fire duck off the lay back in

you say my momma played me and j be tight
’cause juvie takin’ care, so everything alright
b-tches see the sliver seraph wit them phat -ss pipes
bein’ followed by some n-gg-z on some bad -ss bikes

wodie, w-ssup, wodette, w-ssup, wodie, w-ssup
set it off in this motherf-cker
wodie, w-ssup, wodette, w-ssup, wodie, w-ssup
set it off in this motherf-cker

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