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kamaiyah - set it up lyrics

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[intro: kamaiyah]
you ain’t finna have me sitting ’round stressin, b-tch
ooh my god
run up all his cards, run up all his credit
i’ma spend a rack for every b-tch that he been textin’
run up all his cards, run up all his credit
i’ma spend a rack for every b-tch that he been textin’

[chorus: kamaiyah]
run up all his cards, run up all his credit
i’ma spend a rack for every b-tch that he been textin’
you ain’t finna have me sitting ’round stressin’
b-tch who the f-ck you disrespecting?
n-ggas ain’t sh-t, his cards, i’ma spend those
i’ma slash his tires and i’ma bust out all his windows
n-ggas ain’t sh-t, his cards, i’ma spend those
i’ma slash his tires and i’ma bust out all his windows

[verse 1: kamaiyah]
ayy, that lil b-tch 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-gga, these cards ain’t got no limit
bought a bracelet tennis, vvs’s in it
since i got yo sh-t, i’ma keep running up those digits
you think it’s a game and you can f-ck with other b-tches
yeah aight n-gga your windows get to fixing
my momma told me never let a n-gga 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 -ss boss, standin’ tall upon 10 toes

[chorus: kamaiyah]
run up all his cards, run up all his credit
i’ma spend a rack for every b-tch that he been textin’
you ain’t finna have me sitting ’round stressin’
b-tch who the f-ck you disrespecting?
n-ggas ain’t sh-t, his cards, i’ma spend those
i’ma slash his tires and i’ma bust out all his windows
n-ggas ain’t sh-t, his cards, i’ma spend those
i’ma slash his tires and i’ma bust out all his windows

[verse 2: trina]
we got four or five hoes, takin’ b-tches out
gotta buy ’em new clothes (yeah)
valet park and open up, suicide doors
private mansions ducked off up in the [?]
sh-t i’m blowing up the rolls
i’m mad
’cause i ain’t the b-tch to share no bag
and i ain’t the kinda b-tch you could drag
and i put that on my flag
you f-ck -ss n-gga
i p-ss in your mouth you lil’ f-ck boy
you disrespect a bad b-tch 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

[chorus: kamaiyah]
run up all his cards, run up all his credit
i’ma spend a rack for every b-tch that he been textin’
you ain’t finna have me sitting ’round stressin’
b-tch who the f-ck you disrespecting?
n-ggas ain’t sh-t, his cards, i’ma spend those
i’ma slash his tires and i’ma bust out all his windows
n-ggas ain’t sh-t, his cards, i’ma spend those
i’ma slash his tires and i’ma bust out all his windows



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