Get In My Car Lyrics

Get In My Car lyrics

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

Any nigga 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 niggaz

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

I'm on the edge, I'm just waitin' on a nigga 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 ya face in my rims

If your bitch wanna roll, I'ma let her get in

I don't play but I'm a playa till 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 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, ridin' 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 shyit

Now you better watch ya girl mayn, I leave with ya bitch

I ain't [unverified] these hoes, man I'm bout my paper

If your bitch really '€˜bout it nigga, I'm gon' take her



Backseat of my jeep, fuck till 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 till she think she wifey



Spent a life savings in a day, '€˜cause she likes me

Committment for me, uhh, nah not likely

One hour, Vivica, I thought I was onto somethin'

But then the next week, nah man, it was nothin'



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 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, ridin' 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 gaunja 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, 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 mouths full baby, huh?

My conversations so deep, I get in your head

Next thing you know, you yawnin', turnin' 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, ridin' 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, ridin' on Dayton spokes

And when I open that do'

Bitch get in my car



Hahaha

Quit playin' bitch, get it

You know you wanna ride with a nigga

50 Cent

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