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Get In With Me Video (MV)




Performed By: Jay Cash
Language: English
Length: 1:49
Written by: Jay Ca$h




Jay Cash - Get In With Me Lyrics




I was bad as f*ck in school, still got everything for Christmas
One of my young niggas caught a body, now he shoot , like Scotty Pippen
We was young and dumb, bad as f*ck, didn't know how to listen
Wanna do a high speed, get in with me, do this bitch 160

We got Glocks, Switches, 50s , lil' bitch scared to get in with me
I thought these niggas had my back, but they treated' my shit like Ricky's
I'll pop out all black, like I'm bat, bitch, this Ricky
I got Percocets, by the load, wanna load, 1250

Top flo, eatin' Ruth Chris, I don't eat hibachi
I ah get a nigga whacked, I feel like John Gotti
Told my shorty, go kit some up might bend Maserati
All I know is to shit on niggas, I'm tryna find newer hobbies

I had million dollar dreams, way before I was 17
Sellin' weed, toting guns, damn, I was just a teen
Wipe a f*ck nigga nose clean, call my brother, give him the green
I can come to your city for one day and make ten bucks off a fiend

Lit as f*ck, yeah, double cups, yeah
Call Rented, no, 5% tented , yeah
And I'm high as f*ck, prolly 90 up for sure
I got all candy hittin ma line, I got bad bitch galore

Niggas die all the time, shit, I just ignore
I got niggas who love to rob, niggas who say shit on the floor
I can't be around no pussy, nigga, I'm gangsta to the core
Hat speed chase, gettin' borin, left the Jakes on Lake Shore, nigga
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I was bad as f*ck in school, still got everything for Christmas
One of my young niggas caught a body, now he shoot , like Scotty Pippen
We was young and dumb, bad as f*ck, didn't know how to listen
Wanna do a high speed, get in with me, do this bitch 160

We got Glocks, Switches, 50s , lil' bitch scared to get in with me
I thought these niggas had my back, but they treated' my shit like Ricky's
I'll pop out all black, like I'm bat, bitch, this Ricky
I got Percocets, by the load, wanna load, 1250

Top flo, eatin' Ruth Chris, I don't eat hibachi
I ah get a nigga whacked, I feel like John Gotti
Told my shorty, go kit some up might bend Maserati
All I know is to shit on niggas, I'm tryna find newer hobbies

I had million dollar dreams, way before I was 17
Sellin' weed, toting guns, damn, I was just a teen
Wipe a f*ck nigga nose clean, call my brother, give him the green
I can come to your city for one day and make ten bucks off a fiend

Lit as f*ck, yeah, double cups, yeah
Call Rented, no, 5% tented , yeah
And I'm high as f*ck, prolly 90 up for sure
I got all candy hittin ma line, I got bad bitch galore

Niggas die all the time, shit, I just ignore
I got niggas who love to rob, niggas who say shit on the floor
I can't be around no pussy, nigga, I'm gangsta to the core
Hat speed chase, gettin' borin, left the Jakes on Lake Shore, nigga
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Writer: Jay Ca$h
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