Nicki Minaj, Swizz Beatz - Set It Off lyrics
Nicki Minaj [Onika Tanya Maraj-Petty] Port of Spain, Trinidad and Tobago/LA, CA, U.S. 🇹🇹 🇺🇸
[Nicki Minaj, Swizz Beatz - Set It Off lyrics]
Kyuh, Nicki Minaj dirty Money, Young Money
Yo, why the fuck these lil' bitches always
Talkin' shit about what they did and–
I don't give a fuck, bitch
Nicki Lewinsky, look (Fucka)
When you was on stage with
Your brain on drugs "Nick Nack, Carry Crack
" what my nickname was
And when you was in the
Hood with bottles of OE
I was OT, lookin' real lowkey
I do a strip tease if the cops stop me
A pair of Guess jeans
And some beef and broccoli
I was at the Rucker
I was sippin' on a Smucker's (Oh)
I was rockin' hats that was
Made for the truckers (Let's go)
That's when I hopped out the pink on pink
Hate it when a bitch act
Like her shit don't stink
See you was drippin' wet
You was jumpin' in the crowd i was in a jet
I was swervin' through a cloud (Oh)
You know, I I 'ma put them bitches
In a time machine and, and, and
And send 'em back to the past and shit
Bitches always talkin' 'bout shit they
Did and all that
Bitch, get in a time machine
Time machine bitches always talkin'
'bout the old days when they was hot
When they was tourin' with the OJ's
I tell a bitch this, "I'm not impressed
Bitch" i'm Nicki M, trick
I'm always on the guest list
I'm on my way to Riker's
Island with a couple hard
I'm on a bike, nine-five-four double R
And they don't write shit
They might write a couple bars
That's why they gettin' drop-dropped
Like a couple cars
(You shouldn't have said that) nY to NO
Late night shows, like Letterman and Leno
End, where you cut it, home-slice
Your gar bage
White boys tell me that I rock, like guitars
See, see, you see Anna Mae?
I'm about to slap y'all bitches around
And call y'all Anna Mae
Like, that, that's what y'all gon' get
In a minute, real talk, like
'Cause, you know, this is '08 now, like
So, anything you talk about, like
It gotta be it gotta be at least within a
A two year radius type shit, like
I I don't, I don't care
What happened fifty years ago, like
You know, you know, you know, call
All be–, all bets are off, bitches
You know, ga–game just begun, kyuh
Yo, why the fuck these lil' bitches always
Talkin' shit about what they did and–
I don't give a fuck, bitch
Nicki Lewinsky, look (Fucka)
When you was on stage with
Your brain on drugs "Nick Nack, Carry Crack
" what my nickname was
And when you was in the
Hood with bottles of OE
I was OT, lookin' real lowkey
I do a strip tease if the cops stop me
A pair of Guess jeans
And some beef and broccoli
I was at the Rucker
I was sippin' on a Smucker's (Oh)
I was rockin' hats that was
Made for the truckers (Let's go)
That's when I hopped out the pink on pink
Hate it when a bitch act
Like her shit don't stink
See you was drippin' wet
You was jumpin' in the crowd i was in a jet
I was swervin' through a cloud (Oh)
You know, I I 'ma put them bitches
In a time machine and, and, and
And send 'em back to the past and shit
Bitches always talkin' 'bout shit they
Did and all that
Bitch, get in a time machine
Time machine bitches always talkin'
'bout the old days when they was hot
When they was tourin' with the OJ's
I tell a bitch this, "I'm not impressed
Bitch" i'm Nicki M, trick
I'm always on the guest list
I'm on my way to Riker's
Island with a couple hard
I'm on a bike, nine-five-four double R
And they don't write shit
They might write a couple bars
That's why they gettin' drop-dropped
Like a couple cars
(You shouldn't have said that) nY to NO
Late night shows, like Letterman and Leno
End, where you cut it, home-slice
Your gar bage
White boys tell me that I rock, like guitars
See, see, you see Anna Mae?
I'm about to slap y'all bitches around
And call y'all Anna Mae
Like, that, that's what y'all gon' get
In a minute, real talk, like
'Cause, you know, this is '08 now, like
So, anything you talk about, like
It gotta be it gotta be at least within a
A two year radius type shit, like
I I don't, I don't care
What happened fifty years ago, like
You know, you know, you know, call
All be–, all bets are off, bitches
You know, ga–game just begun, kyuh