Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Set It Off, artist - FMB DZDate of issue: 12.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Set It Off |
| I ain’t gone lie, this one for you baby |
| I fell in love with everything you do baby |
| You want some Valentino Jimmy Choo baby |
| I got these niggas in they feelings, I’m going too crazy |
| I’m the boss man |
| With the game plan |
| Shout out to Four-Five that’s my main mans |
| Nigga it don’t make sense if it don’t make bands |
| Fuck the paperwork, my word good |
| Let’s shake hands |
| FMB TAG |
| We a empire |
| A nigga swing on me, I bet my mans fire |
| And we all move at night like some vampires |
| All a nigga hear is shots and police sirens |
| This the real me |
| You feel me |
| Nigga fuck this rap shit, yeah I’m still me |
| Keep a couple hitters with me, you can’t kill me |
| A nigga play around with me, shit gone get real deep |
| I make one phone call, and spray the whole street |
| I just got that one call, they say they lows sweet |
| A thousand pack a whole day, fuck a whole week |
| Them pros get her pussy wet, just like a slow leak |
| So cheap |
| She had to cut you off said you was so weak |
| You not me |
| I roll the 20's on me, this shit sloppy |
| A nigga made a killing down the way off them rockes |
| Get in a lot of newer relationships with them knoxes |
| A nigga made a killing down the way with them oranges |
| We touch down |
| I throw my hands up, cause we scoring |
| Niggas hate to see me in the club, I’m like Jordan |
| I’m balling |
| Money falling on them, liquor pouring |
| Big bands taking up space, bitch I’m hording |
| Fuck naw |
| Swiper no swiping, I’m like Dora |
| Take a bad bitch to the suite then record her |
| Wake up, drop her ass off then ignore her |
| I’m a keep it real |
| Free my niggas 80's |
| We was in this shit for real |
| Dropping 6's out of seals |
| If it was slavery, then I would still be in the field |
| You a house nigga |
| When I rap, hustlers get the chills |
| 75 south with the low to the hills |
| I’m on my no hands |
| Bags shaking self, while I chill |
| Put a half on it, extra pros in it kill |
| I’m a keep my foot on the gas til a mil |
| I’m a keep my hands in the street cause I gotta do it |
| Ice cross blinging off my chest, hoes like hallelujah |
| OG’s give me my respect, I know what I’m doing |
| You ain’t never got hit with a bag and you gotta move it |
| Set it off |