Get In My Car

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Yeah

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Yeah

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

Any **** gettin' outta line can get it

I make it hot, motherfuckers freeze up when I come through

Mac-10, thirty-two shot clip in my snorkel

I might smile and say "What's up" But I don't fuck with you ****

My rap money slow up, I'll run up on you ****

I'm on the edge, I'm just waitin' on a **** to push me

Put my hand on my strap, what you lookin' 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'ma let her get in

I don't play but I'm a playa 'til the motherfuckin' 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, ridin' on Dayton spokes

And when I open the door, 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, ridin' on Dayton spokes

And when I open the door, 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 stuntin' these hoes, man I'm bout my paper

If your bitch really 'bout it, **** I'm gon' 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 her life savings in a day, 'cause she likes me

Committment for me, uhh, nah not likely

Went out Vivica, I thought I was onto somethin'

But then the next week, nah, man it was nothin' (Ha-ha-ha)

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, ridin' on Dayton spokes

And when I open the door, bitch, get in my car (Ha-ha)

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, ridin' on Dayton spokes

And when I open that door, bitch, get in my car (Ha-ha)

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 my love, then it's smooth and calm

Feel the rush, like a needles in your arm

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

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

Man you should see the pretty bitches that be sexin' 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 mouth's full baby, huh?

My conversation's so deep, I get in your head

Next thing you know, you yawnin', turnin' over and I'm in your 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, ridin' on Dayton spokes

And when I open the door, 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, ridin' on Dayton spokes (Ha-ha-ha)

And when I open the door, bitch, get in my car

Ha-ha-ha

Quit playin' bitch get it

You know you wanna ride with a ****

50 Cent

G-G-G-G-G-Unit ha-ha-ha