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Set It Up Lyrics - Artist : Kamaiyah
You ain't finna have me sitting' around stressin, bitch
Run up all his cards, Run up all his credit Ima spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin' (x2) Run up all his cards, run up all his credit Ima spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin' Run up all his cards, run up all his credit Ima spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin' Run up all his cards, run up all his credit Ima spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin' You ain't finna have me sittin' around stressin' Bitch who the fuck you disrespecting Niggas ain't shit his cards Ima spend those Ima slash his tires and Ima bust out all his windows Niggas ain't shit his cards Ima spend those Ima slash his tires and Ima bust out all his windows Ay, that lil bitch that you've been with Is the one you that's setting you up and letting me know just what yo pin is And since it's yo card that I'm spending Ima run it up nigga these cards ain't got no limit Bought a bracelet tennis, VVS's in it Since I got yo shit Ima keep running up those digits You think it's a game and you can fuck wit other bitches Yet aite nigga yo windows get to fixing My momma told me neva let a nigga make you fold Not a lie what's told, all yo games exposed Boy you think you can play me like I'm one of these lil hoes I'm a big ass boss standin tall upon 10 toes Run up all his cards, run up all his credit Ima spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin' You ain't finna have me sittin' around stressin' Bitch who the fuck you disrespecting Niggas ain't shit his cards Ima spend those Ima slash his tires and Ima bust out all his windows Niggas ain't shit his cards Ima spend those Ima slash his tires and Ima bust out all his windows We got four or five hoes taken bitches out Gotta buy them new clothes Valet park and open up the suicide doors Private mansions ducked off up in the polkaknows Shut I'm blowing up the Rolls I'm mad Cause I ain't the bitch to share no bag And I ain't the kinda bitch you could drag And I put that on my flag You fuck ass nigga I piss in your mouth you lil fuck boy You disrespect a bad bitch you get checked boy And don't you ever play games with my check boy Cause I'm the queen of the board I checkmate boy Trina Run up all his cards, run up all his credit Ima spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin' You ain't finna have me sittin' around stressin' Bitch who the fuck you disrespecting Niggas ain't shit his cards Ima spend those Ima slash his tires and Ima bust out all his windows Niggas ain't shit his cards Ima spend those Ima slash his tires and Ima bust out all his windows |
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