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Get In With Me (freestyle) Video (MV)




Performed By: Domb
Language: English
Length: 1:22
Written by: Dom Boyland




Domb - Get In With Me (freestyle) Lyrics




Team straight, keep that too, don't stop it We gon' pop out shit, yeah, thumb you up, uh, yeah
Ayy, Dominic's in this bitch, drop bombs in the bitch, I'ma do this beat so focused, look
Magic stick, do a magic trick that got your bitch unfocused, look
Pass and assist, y'all mad as a bitch, don't think that I ain't noticed

If money the root, then call me groot, I'm all for that
Like marni , shoes, I'm different though, I like my hoes pigeon-toed
Chicken head head, eat lee's with me, strip and dip, then dinner roll
Northside St. Louis, niggas stay right behind Jason liquor store

These days, I be out the way, still can't let a nigga play
Not right now, not any day, but anyway
Time to eat, yeah, got a light tray on my dinner plate
You a real bitch doing real shit, then hell yeah, let's get it, bae

Yo, nigga winning them niggas lemons , they minute made
They in the way, (yeah), they stand still
Should sign to a landfill, waste management with them pen skills
Two souped like lentils, Dom up, up, sky high

Now I know how a blimp feel, too cold on these freak hoes
Now I know how a pimp feel in the big field, tryna win mills
It's all a part of my plan, be hearing they lil' shit drop
And I'm not a really big fan, he think he the shit , he thinkin' he sick

Well, I'm like a remedy then, I'm big as a bison
And strong as a titan , well call me a Tennessee fan, I'm done
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English

Team straight, keep that too, don't stop it We gon' pop out shit, yeah, thumb you up, uh, yeah
Ayy, Dominic's in this bitch, drop bombs in the bitch, I'ma do this beat so focused, look
Magic stick, do a magic trick that got your bitch unfocused, look
Pass and assist, y'all mad as a bitch, don't think that I ain't noticed

If money the root, then call me groot, I'm all for that
Like marni , shoes, I'm different though, I like my hoes pigeon-toed
Chicken head head, eat lee's with me, strip and dip, then dinner roll
Northside St. Louis, niggas stay right behind Jason liquor store

These days, I be out the way, still can't let a nigga play
Not right now, not any day, but anyway
Time to eat, yeah, got a light tray on my dinner plate
You a real bitch doing real shit, then hell yeah, let's get it, bae

Yo, nigga winning them niggas lemons , they minute made
They in the way, (yeah), they stand still
Should sign to a landfill, waste management with them pen skills
Two souped like lentils, Dom up, up, sky high

Now I know how a blimp feel, too cold on these freak hoes
Now I know how a pimp feel in the big field, tryna win mills
It's all a part of my plan, be hearing they lil' shit drop
And I'm not a really big fan, he think he the shit , he thinkin' he sick

Well, I'm like a remedy then, I'm big as a bison
And strong as a titan , well call me a Tennessee fan, I'm done
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Writer: Dom Boyland
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