Set Good

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I’m in the paper, I can fuck the money yeah
I misdemeanour but I drink the [?]
I’m eating Michelin give me the Sauvi’ yeah
Tryna beat the box and meet the body yeah
You know your body set good always
I’m in your neck of the woods shawty
Callin’ me [?] rough day
Roc-a-fella so she wanna just blaze

I pop a bottle then I pop a [?]
In California walk thru the Malibu
A pocket rocket when it hit that afternoon
And if you thick then she can see my avenue
Niggas hate and I can see it, it’s true
Throwing up the white flag, they want truce
Tryna play me, gotta give her that deuce
Married to the money baby I do
Shawty on my hip like glue
Selector haffi wheel up that tune
Come on jiggle to the groove
Where you friend, bring her, make her ring too
Realest to the bone, to the root
She rate me cah know I’m on my zoot
I want sex [?]
Shawty double up on the trouble yeah she rude

She love tequila, had her sucking on a lime
She rockin’ Prada but the devil was alive
Got her Chanaynay but a Birkin more her vibe
Where I was meant to be, I told her circle back
Because I’m making that convict music
Block just poppin’ off, bumbin’ music
Leave you there on the concrete [?]
You screw your face too much, it’s intrusive
She wanna get a body, then I feel included
I wanna go all day all driving, go stupid
Then imma go to booby trap or play cupid
I think she know my old hoe, I play clueless
I think they got my old flow, I lay bloopers
Got them in a chokehold, they wan’ loosen
But I’m making boatloads, your ship sinkin’
Countin’ money in my sleep, I keep blinkin'

Young T & Bugsey - Set Good Lyrics

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