
Set It Off (Remix Radio) Juvenile (Ft. Birdman, Lil Wayne & Turk)
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[Intro: Lil Wayne]
(Okay) Uh-huh (Uh-huh), okay (Mm-hm), uh-huh
(Mmhmm) Street mix (Street mix)
(Uh-huh) Listen, listen, listen
(Ladies and gentleman!)
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Okay I'm Weezy Wee the man and I reps it well
And it's gon' be Cash Money whether death or jail
Catch me flossin' in the hood, tryna to get at ya girl
Or in a Porsche like a bat out of hell, vroooom
Now I'ma tell ya how it is and no matter the cost
Respect me or get a shot to where you gather your thoughts
Got a Escalade wavin' on them deep dish rims
And got ya girl sayin', "We just friends", I ain't trippin'
I'ma do it for my city so ya gotta get with it
Blue-eyed Bentley, knew I'd get it, uh-huh
From the streets of the dirty, it's humid and muddy
We get money or it get bloody, ya heard me?
I got some freaks on my side that you'll like
And somethin' on my wrist colder than a Coors Light
It's SQ-7 CMB it's life
It's Hot Boy forever Weezy Wee get right, uh-huh
(Ladies and gentleman!)
[Chorus: Juvenile]
A woadie, whassup? Woadette, wassup?
A woadie, whassup? Set it off in this mother wassup?
A woadie, whassup? A woadette, wassup?
A woadie, whassup? Set it off in this mother wassup?
A woadie, whassup? Woadette, wassup?
A woadie, whassup? Set it off in this mother wassup?
A woadie, whassup? A woadette, wassup?
A woadie, whassup? Set it off in this mother wassup?
(Okay) Uh-huh (Uh-huh), okay (Mm-hm), uh-huh
(Mmhmm) Street mix (Street mix)
(Uh-huh) Listen, listen, listen
(Ladies and gentleman!)
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Okay I'm Weezy Wee the man and I reps it well
And it's gon' be Cash Money whether death or jail
Catch me flossin' in the hood, tryna to get at ya girl
Or in a Porsche like a bat out of hell, vroooom
Now I'ma tell ya how it is and no matter the cost
Respect me or get a shot to where you gather your thoughts
Got a Escalade wavin' on them deep dish rims
And got ya girl sayin', "We just friends", I ain't trippin'
I'ma do it for my city so ya gotta get with it
Blue-eyed Bentley, knew I'd get it, uh-huh
From the streets of the dirty, it's humid and muddy
We get money or it get bloody, ya heard me?
I got some freaks on my side that you'll like
And somethin' on my wrist colder than a Coors Light
It's SQ-7 CMB it's life
It's Hot Boy forever Weezy Wee get right, uh-huh
(Ladies and gentleman!)
[Chorus: Juvenile]
A woadie, whassup? Woadette, wassup?
A woadie, whassup? Set it off in this mother wassup?
A woadie, whassup? A woadette, wassup?
A woadie, whassup? Set it off in this mother wassup?
A woadie, whassup? Woadette, wassup?
A woadie, whassup? Set it off in this mother wassup?
A woadie, whassup? A woadette, wassup?
A woadie, whassup? Set it off in this mother wassup?
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