ฟังเพลงSet It Up (Explicit)

作曲 : Kamaiyah Johnson/Katrina Taylor

作词 : Kamaiyah Johnson/Katrina Taylor

You ain't finna have me sittin' around stressin' , *****

(Oh my God, Kenny)

Run up all his cards, run up all his credit

I'm a spend a rack for every ***** that he been textin'

Run up all his cards, run up all his credit

I'm a spend a rack for every ***** that he been textin'

Run up all his cards, run up all his credit

I'ma spend a rack for every ***** that he been textin'

You ain't finna have me sittin' around stressin'

*****, who the **** you disrespecting?

*****s ain't ****, his cards, I'ma spend those

I'ma slash his tires and I'ma bust out all his windows

*****s ain't ****, his cards, I'ma spend those

I'ma slash his tires and I'ma bust out all his windows

Ayy, that lil ***** that you been with

Is the one that's settin' you up and let me know just what your PIN is

And since it's your card that I'm spending

I'ma run it up, *****, these cards ain't got no limit

Bought a bracelet, tennis, VVS's in it

Since I got your ****, I'ma keep running up those digits

You think it's a game and you can **** with other *******

Yeah, aight, *****, your windows, get to fixing

My mama told me, "Never let a ***** make you fold"

Not a lie was told, all your game exposed

Boy, you think you can play me like I'm one of these lil' hoes?

I'm a big ass boss, standin' tall up on ten toes

Run up all his cards, run up all his credit

I'ma spend a rack for every ***** that he been textin'

You ain't finna have me sittin' around stressin'

*****, who the **** you disrespecting?

*****s ain't ****, his cards, I'ma spend those

I'ma slash his tires and I'ma bust out all his windows

*****s ain't ****, his cards, I'ma spend those

I'ma slash his tires and I'ma bust out all his windows

He got four or five hoes

Takin' ******* out, gotta buy 'em new clothes (Yeah)

Valet parking, open up suicide doors

Private mansions tucked off in the Poconos

****, I'm blowing up the Rolls

I'm mad

'Cause I ain't the ***** to share no bag

And I ain't the kind of ***** you could drag

And I put that on my flag, you **** ass *****

I'll piss in your mouth, you lil' ****boy

Disrespect a bad *****, 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

I'ma spend a rack for every ***** that he been textin'

You ain't finna have me sittin' around stressin'

*****, who the **** you disrespecting?

*****s ain't ****, his cards, I'ma spend those

I'ma slash his tires and I'ma bust out all his windows

*****s ain't ****, his cards, I'ma spend those

I'ma slash his tires and I'ma bust out all his windows