Bossman Dlow - Get In With Me Lyrics

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Get In With Me Lyrics Bossman Dlow

[Intro]

Big Za

Yeah

Gram

(Dante, you snapped on this one)

Uh, uh

I was bad in fuckin' school, now I'm tryna dodge a sentence

Just walked out the Lanvin store, pair of shoes, twelve-fifty (Nigga)

You wanna boss up your life? All you gotta do is get in with me (Come here, baby)

I don't even pay to get in the club, they know I'm a walkin' ticket

I'm presidential leavin' the club, we ain't stoppin' at no lights (Yoom)

You wanna be a boss, you gotta pay the price (Facts)

Left wrist on frost, look like a bag of ice (Bling)

I'm drivin' the Bentley Bentayga like I don't love my life (Skrrt)

I'm in that thing shiftin' and I'm lane-switchin' (Yoom)

Bitch, it's Big Za, I'ma stand on straight business (Big Za)

Uh, dunkin' on niggas' ass like Blake Griffin (Rrr)

He keep talkin' broke, gon' leave his face missing (Brrt)

Bae, these Off-White, these ain't no Huarache (No Huarache, baby)

Bad bitch, fiftieth floor, eatin' Hibachi (Come here, baby)

I got ten missed calls, all my bitches mad at me

Valet park, designer district, I'm goin' straight to Gallery

Juggs fiendin', yep (Yep)

Phone ringin', yep (Brrt)

Niggas hatin', yep (Nigga)

Jewelry blingin', yep (Bling)

Juggs fiendin', yep (Brrt)

Phone ringin', yep (Yep)

Niggas hatin', yep (Nigga)

Jewelry blingin', yep (Bling)

[Chorus]

I was bad in fuckin' school, now I'm tryna dodge a sentence

Just walked out the Lanvin store, pair of shoes, twelve-fifty (Nigga)

You wanna boss up your life? All you gotta do is get in with me (Come here, baby)

I don't even pay to get in the club, they know I'm a walkin' ticket

I'm presidential leavin' the club, we ain't stoppin' at no lights (Yoom)

You wanna be a boss, you gotta pay the price (Facts)

Left wrist on frost, look like a bag of ice (Bling)

I'm drivin' the Bentley Bentayga like I don't love my life (Skrrt)

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