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SET IT OFF Video (MV)




Performed By: Aliimah
Language: English
Length: 3:01
Written by: Alimah Burgos




Aliimah - SET IT OFF Lyrics




Gonna set it off, fuk you mean? Can't sit with me
Only pretty girls and the gays can sit with me
Only real rappers that can write can spit with me
I'm really that bitch like it really been hittin me
I don't really know what the f*ck got into me
Real good bitch, you don't wanna be my enemy
It's a big deal that niggas know how to deal with me
Ain't in my feels but when I'm spittin, are you feelin me?

Yeah it's goin up like thermometers
Hoes be sick of me, I'm pressure like barometers
Can't compute me with them monitors
Such a ki, bitch in all caps, got to her
I be dappin on these hoes like I'm Dan Dan
Hoes careers shorter than my attention span, span
I'm a writer, I can see why bitches Stan Stan
Bitch, time's up, TikTok, they get ban ban
Real niggas spat?
Where the real niggas at?
If you ain't bout that paper, where the real scissors at?
Seen a lot of bad bitches, where the real bitches at?
Bitches thought they can beat me, where the real stitches at?
Yeah I'm coming and I'm cunning
Don't walk on the beat, I'm running
Got em pistol how I'm gunning
I'm so witty how I'm punning
I bang on bitches, in they hair like some bobby pins
Ain't cradling you hoe, don't you play with my pen
Niggas play like they ball, but really they just dodgin it
I make these bitches wait cause I know that they watchin it
I said what I said and I know what I meant
Ballpointing when I pick up my pen
Just running around the city, it's the gaggery
Hoes ain't canny like the Campbells, Zachary

Gonna set it off, fuk you mean? Can't sit with me
Only pretty girls and the gays can sit with me
Only real rappers that can write can spit with me
I'm really that bitch like it really been hittin me
I don't really know what the f*ck got into me
Real good bitch, you don't wanna be my enemy
It's a big deal that niggas know how to deal with me
Ain't in my feels but when I'm spittin, are you feelin me?

Bitches ain't got the gas like a Texaco
Started my rap career just to go flex a hoe
Bitches wanna read bitches, pick a lexico
These hoes a trip, take em to Mexico
Sneak around and make hits cause I can can
And I rock these bitches heads like the Man Man
You know that every summer imma jam jam
I stay slamming on hoes like I'm Bam Bam
Imma make em eat the words, does it taste like medal?
Bitches give me my flowers cause the way that I pedal
Got bitches pressed when I enter, they so yan
Niggas couldn't blow me even they was a fan

F*ckin and don't be cuffin like a main cop
Baggin up this bread like it's my main shop
Hoes got so called beef but never link, opp
Big Apple, face time, pink watch
Got big while we starved like them kids
Yet I'm still hungry in them bars like them kids
If rap was a park, I'd swing, slide. And I slid. Yes I did
Bitch couldn't beat me even if I were a kid
Still draggin you, which ground do you stand?
You on the floor cause it's quicker than the sand
Cry me a river, call up Justin and Savan'
Get in my face, you know where imma put my hand

Gonna set it off, fuk you mean? Can't sit with me
Only pretty girls and the gays can sit with me
Only real rappers that can write can spit with me
I'm really that bitch like it really been hittin me
I don't really know what the f*ck got into me
Real good bitch, you don't wanna be my enemy
It's a big deal that niggas know how to deal with me
Ain't in my feels but when I'm spittin, now you feelin me, bitch
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Gonna set it off, fuk you mean? Can't sit with me
Only pretty girls and the gays can sit with me
Only real rappers that can write can spit with me
I'm really that bitch like it really been hittin me
I don't really know what the f*ck got into me
Real good bitch, you don't wanna be my enemy
It's a big deal that niggas know how to deal with me
Ain't in my feels but when I'm spittin, are you feelin me?

Yeah it's goin up like thermometers
Hoes be sick of me, I'm pressure like barometers
Can't compute me with them monitors
Such a ki, bitch in all caps, got to her
I be dappin on these hoes like I'm Dan Dan
Hoes careers shorter than my attention span, span
I'm a writer, I can see why bitches Stan Stan
Bitch, time's up, TikTok, they get ban ban
Real niggas spat?
Where the real niggas at?
If you ain't bout that paper, where the real scissors at?
Seen a lot of bad bitches, where the real bitches at?
Bitches thought they can beat me, where the real stitches at?
Yeah I'm coming and I'm cunning
Don't walk on the beat, I'm running
Got em pistol how I'm gunning
I'm so witty how I'm punning
I bang on bitches, in they hair like some bobby pins
Ain't cradling you hoe, don't you play with my pen
Niggas play like they ball, but really they just dodgin it
I make these bitches wait cause I know that they watchin it
I said what I said and I know what I meant
Ballpointing when I pick up my pen
Just running around the city, it's the gaggery
Hoes ain't canny like the Campbells, Zachary

Gonna set it off, fuk you mean? Can't sit with me
Only pretty girls and the gays can sit with me
Only real rappers that can write can spit with me
I'm really that bitch like it really been hittin me
I don't really know what the f*ck got into me
Real good bitch, you don't wanna be my enemy
It's a big deal that niggas know how to deal with me
Ain't in my feels but when I'm spittin, are you feelin me?

Bitches ain't got the gas like a Texaco
Started my rap career just to go flex a hoe
Bitches wanna read bitches, pick a lexico
These hoes a trip, take em to Mexico
Sneak around and make hits cause I can can
And I rock these bitches heads like the Man Man
You know that every summer imma jam jam
I stay slamming on hoes like I'm Bam Bam
Imma make em eat the words, does it taste like medal?
Bitches give me my flowers cause the way that I pedal
Got bitches pressed when I enter, they so yan
Niggas couldn't blow me even they was a fan

F*ckin and don't be cuffin like a main cop
Baggin up this bread like it's my main shop
Hoes got so called beef but never link, opp
Big Apple, face time, pink watch
Got big while we starved like them kids
Yet I'm still hungry in them bars like them kids
If rap was a park, I'd swing, slide. And I slid. Yes I did
Bitch couldn't beat me even if I were a kid
Still draggin you, which ground do you stand?
You on the floor cause it's quicker than the sand
Cry me a river, call up Justin and Savan'
Get in my face, you know where imma put my hand

Gonna set it off, fuk you mean? Can't sit with me
Only pretty girls and the gays can sit with me
Only real rappers that can write can spit with me
I'm really that bitch like it really been hittin me
I don't really know what the f*ck got into me
Real good bitch, you don't wanna be my enemy
It's a big deal that niggas know how to deal with me
Ain't in my feels but when I'm spittin, now you feelin me, bitch
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Writer: Alimah Burgos
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