Kamaiyah – Set It Up Lyrics
Kamaiyah – Set It Up Lyrics
[Kamaiyah]
You ain’t finna have me sitting ’round stressin, b----
Ooh my God
Run up all his cards, run up all his credit
I’ma spend a rack for every b---- that he been textin’
Run up all his cards, run up all his credit
I’ma spend a rack for every b---- that he been textin’
[Kamaiyah]
Run up all his cards, run up all his credit
I’ma spend a rack for every b---- that he been textin’
You ain’t finna have me sitting ’round stressin’
B---- who the f--- you disrespecting?
N----- ain’t s---, his cards, I’ma spend those
I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows
N----- ain’t s---, his cards, I’ma spend those
I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows
[Kamaiyah]
Ayy, that lil b---- 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
I’ma run it up, n----, these cards ain’t got no limit
Bought a bracelet tennis, VVS’s in it
Since I got yo s---, I’ma keep running up those digits
You think it’s a game and you can f--- with other b------
Yeah aight n---- your windows get to fixing
My momma told me never let a n---- make you fold
Not a lie was told, all your games exposed
Boy you think you can play me like I’m one of these lil’ hoes?
I’m a big a-- boss, standin’ tall upon 10 toes
[Kamaiyah]
Run up all his cards, run up all his credit
I’ma spend a rack for every b---- that he been textin’
You ain’t finna have me sitting ’round stressin’
B---- who the f--- you disrespecting?
N----- ain’t s---, his cards, I’ma spend those
I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows
N----- ain’t s---, his cards, I’ma spend those
I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows
[Trina]
We got four or five hoes, takin’ b------ out
Gotta buy ’em new clothes (Yeah)
Valet park and open up, suicide doors
Private mansions ducked off up in the [?]
S--- I’m blowing up the Rolls
I’m mad
‘Cause I ain’t the b---- to share no bag
And I ain’t the kinda b---- you could drag
And I put that on my flag
You f--- a-- n----
I piss in your mouth you lil’ f--- boy
You disrespect a bad b---- 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
[Kamaiyah]
Run up all his cards, Run up all his credit
I’ma spend a rack for every b---- that he been textin’
You ain’t finna have me sitting ’round stressin’
B---- who the f--- you disrespecting?
N----- ain’t s---, his cards, I’ma spend those
I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows
N----- ain’t s---, his cards, I’ma spend those
I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows
[Kamaiyah]
You ain’t finna have me sitting ’round stressin, b----
Ooh my God
Run up all his cards, run up all his credit
I’ma spend a rack for every b---- that he been textin’
Run up all his cards, run up all his credit
I’ma spend a rack for every b---- that he been textin’
[Kamaiyah]
Run up all his cards, run up all his credit
I’ma spend a rack for every b---- that he been textin’
You ain’t finna have me sitting ’round stressin’
B---- who the f--- you disrespecting?
N----- ain’t s---, his cards, I’ma spend those
I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows
N----- ain’t s---, his cards, I’ma spend those
I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows
[Kamaiyah]
Ayy, that lil b---- 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
I’ma run it up, n----, these cards ain’t got no limit
Bought a bracelet tennis, VVS’s in it
Since I got yo s---, I’ma keep running up those digits
You think it’s a game and you can f--- with other b------
Yeah aight n---- your windows get to fixing
My momma told me never let a n---- make you fold
Not a lie was told, all your games exposed
Boy you think you can play me like I’m one of these lil’ hoes?
I’m a big a-- boss, standin’ tall upon 10 toes
[Kamaiyah]
Run up all his cards, run up all his credit
I’ma spend a rack for every b---- that he been textin’
You ain’t finna have me sitting ’round stressin’
B---- who the f--- you disrespecting?
N----- ain’t s---, his cards, I’ma spend those
I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows
N----- ain’t s---, his cards, I’ma spend those
I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows
[Trina]
We got four or five hoes, takin’ b------ out
Gotta buy ’em new clothes (Yeah)
Valet park and open up, suicide doors
Private mansions ducked off up in the [?]
S--- I’m blowing up the Rolls
I’m mad
‘Cause I ain’t the b---- to share no bag
And I ain’t the kinda b---- you could drag
And I put that on my flag
You f--- a-- n----
I piss in your mouth you lil’ f--- boy
You disrespect a bad b---- 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
[Kamaiyah]
Run up all his cards, Run up all his credit
I’ma spend a rack for every b---- that he been textin’
You ain’t finna have me sitting ’round stressin’
B---- who the f--- you disrespecting?
N----- ain’t s---, his cards, I’ma spend those
I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows
N----- ain’t s---, his cards, I’ma spend those
I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows
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