Set It Off (Dirty) lyrics

C'mon
Y'all boys don't know nuttin' 'bout me
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 pus*y, and buy a Four Runner
I walk with a limp, cause my nuts heavy
And I like it from the back, so hold your butt steady
I know I got some big lips, but I ain't trippin'
And momma I love pus*y, but I ain't lickin'
Now prepare yourself for a smooth di*kin'
You don't want it girl? You don't know, what you missin'
I'm the baddest boss n*gga 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-West, whats up 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 wassup, Wodette wassup, Wodie wassup
Set it off in this motherf*cker
Wodie wassup, Wodette wassup, Wodie wassup
Set it off in this motherf*cker
Wodie wassup, Wodette wassup, Wodie wassup
Set it off in this motherf*cker
Wodie wassup, Wodette wassup, Wodie wassup
Set it off in this motherf*cker
The n*ggidy n*ggidy 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 wassup, Wodette wassup, Wodie wassup
Set it off in this motherf*cker
Wodie wassup, Wodette wassup, Wodie wassup
Set it off in this motherf*cker
Wodie wassup, Wodette wassup, Wodie wassup
Set it off in this motherf*cker
Wodie wassup, Wodette wassup, Wodie wassup
Set it off in this motherf*cker
55% of these n*ggas is fake
The other 45% be handlin' they weight
55% of these women is hoes
The other 45% be playin' they role
Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer
Take these motherf*ckin' cuffs off of us
We ain't kill nobody 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*gga 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 ass pipes
Bein' followed by some n*ggas on some bad ass bikes
Wodie wassup, Wodette wassup, Wodie wassup
Set it off in this motherf*cker
Wodie wassup, Wodette wassup, Wodie wassup
Set it off in this motherf*cker
Wodie wassup, Wodette wassup, Wodie wassup
Set it off in this motherf*cker
Wodie wassup, Wodette wassup, Wodie wassup
Set it off in this motherf*cker