Get In My Car

Uhh Yeah Uhh Yeah I'm a straight guerilla with it, cold hearted killa wit it Any nigga gettin' outta line can get it I make it hot, motherf**kers, 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 f**k 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 pus*y 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 motherf**kin' 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, f**k till I f**k 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 f**k 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 f**kin' broke, love won't get you on the bus Man you should see the pretty bitches that be s*xin' me They s*ck 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 G-G-G-Unit