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lirik lagu get in with me (remix) – vonoff1700

[intro]
yeah, like
free my hood, man, f*ck your hood, man
they know what the f*ck goin’ on, the energy on the way, man
on my dead homie grave, who say we don’t run the west side? (dxnte, you snapped on this one)
free my—, alright, come on, for real (alright)

[verse]
uh, if you don’t got no gun (for real), uh, don’t even get in with me (your dumb ass)
it’s twelve of us, we got twelve glocks and all of them came with fifty (okay)
heard we done got us some opps over east, we finna pull up and drop 150
i’m so turnt when i’m leavin’ the show, bad b*tches want me to sign they titties (on god)
they sayin’ the drank bad for my health, but i don’t really give a f*ck ’bout my kidneys
i’m young and dumb, i’m the type to sign my deal and go do a hit out of bentley
i ain’t the type to boss up your life, if you f*cked up, you can’t get near me (don’t come near me, your broke ass)
i’m finna pop my sh*t some more, they listen, but i don’t really think they hear me (for real)
since i was sixteen, i’ve been playin’ in tracks and ‘cats and sh*t, what the f*ck is the hemi?
how many opps still alive? i can count they ass on one hand, it ain’t that many (they ass died)
this b*tch wanted hibachi, i told her, “alright” and pulled up right to wendy’s (the f*ck?)
told him, “i want two bucks for a feature,” i blocked his ass right after he sent it (his dumb ass)
he diss on the gang, we caught that n*gga, he was beggin’ for pleas, i don’t think he meant it (his b*tch ass)
the opps outside, bronem just sent me the lo’, i’ll be there in a minute (i’m comin’)
she been f*ckin’ for two weeks straight, somebody need to take that b*tch to the clinic (her dirty ass)
i hate rats, i don’t even want ’em around me, that sh*t’ll f*ck up my image
i had a meetin’ with capalot, i missed my sh*t, my dumb ass was somewhere spinnin’ (slidin’)
i hate your bbl, your ass don’t match your legs, that sh*t ain’t givin’
one of the opps got hit up so many times, his lil’ ass barely livin’
free lil three, he’ll come sn*tch your whip, we the ones got rich off stealin’
sorry, lil’ baby, i ain’t gon’ sugarcoat sh*t, lil’ von gon’ hurt your feelings
caught his dumb ass tryna get somethin’ to eat, we walked up on him and burnt his biscuit
the opps dyin’, yep (they dead ass)
uh, straight*eight jeep, yep (this b*tch fast)
gloves on, yep (come on)
uh, mask on, yep (let’s go)
uh, we finna take his watch (give it up)
i’m lit, i ain’t never punched no clock (yeah)
most of my opps in a box (for real)
better get you a gun before you end up like top (his dead ass, n*gga, for real)
[outro]
free my hood, n*gga, f*ck your hood, n*gga
i’m still on the ave where it’s all good, n*gga
tell the opps post they side, we gon’ come through and k!ll all they ass, man
for real

- vonoff1700

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