Get In My Car Lyrics

I'm a straight guerilla with it cold hearted killa with it

Any nigga getting outta line can get it

I make it hot motherfuckas freeze up when I come through

Mac10 32 shot clip in my snorkel

I might smile and say what's up but I don't fuck with you niggas

My rap money slow up I'll run up on you niggas

I'm on the edge I'm just waiting on a nigga to push me

Put my hand on my strap what you looking at pussy

We ain't buddies we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends

So much chrome on my Benz you see your face in my rims

If your bitch wanna roll I'mma let her get in

I don't play but I'm a playa 'til the motherfucking end

I got no pickup lines I stay on the grind

I tell the hoes all the time bitch get in my car (Bitch get in)

I got my 64 riding on Dayton spokes

And when I open that do' bitch get in my car

I got no pickup lines I stay on the grind

I tell the hoes all the time bitch get in my car (Bitch get in)

I got my 64 riding on Dayton spokes

And when I open that do' bitch get in my car

Don't tell me you don't know that uhh I'm the shit

Now you better watch ya girl mane I leave with ya bitch

I ain't stunting these hoes man I'm bout my paper

If your bitch really 'bout it nigga I'm gong take her

Backseat of my jeep fuck 'til I fuck up her make up

Take her to the Diamond District introduce her to Jacob

Tell her if she like me she should keep me icey

My game fuck with a bitch brain 'til she think she wifey

Spent a life savings in a day cause she likes me

Committment for me uhh nah not likely

Went out Vivica I thought I was onto something

But then the next week nah man it was nothing

I got no pickup lines I stay on the grind

I tell the hoes all the time bitch get in my car (Bitch get in)

I got my 64 riding on Dayton spokes

And when I open that do' bitch get in my car

I got no pickup lines I stay on the grind

I tell the hoes all the time bitch get in my car (Bitch get in)

I got my 64 riding on Dayton spokes

And when I open that do' bitch get in my car

Look into the windows of my soul the eyes never lie

They blood shot red it's ganja in my system I'm high

First it's pain when you lust for love then it's smooth and calm

Feel the rush like a needles in your arm

It's a cold world baby girl loving me is not enough

Find out when you fucking broke love won't get you on the bus

Man you should see the pretty bitches that be sexing me

They suck cock that make 'em hot I just let 'em stand next to me

Hundred percent thug freak too I'll taste your love

69's the position your mouths full baby huh

My conversation's so deep I get in your head

Next thing you know you yawning turning over and I'm in the bed

I got no pickup lines I stay on the grind

I tell the hoes all the time bitch get in my car (Bitch get in)

I got my 64 riding on Dayton spokes

And when I open that do' bitch get in my car

I got no pickup lines I stay on the grind

I tell the hoes all the time bitch get in my car (Bitch get in)

I got my 64 riding on Dayton spokes

And when I open that do' bitch get in my car

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Quit playing bitch get it

You know you wanna ride with a nigga

50 Cent

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