Get In My Car

Uh huhhh

Yeah

Uh huhhh

Yeah

I'm a straight guerilla wit it

Cold hearted killa wit it

Any ni**a gettin outta line can get it

I make it hot

Motherf**kas freeze up when I come through

Mac 10 32 shot clip in my snorkel

I might smile and say whats up

But I don't f**k wit you niggas

My rap money slow up

I run up on u niggas

Im on the edge

Im just waiting on a ni**a to push me

Put my hand on my strap

What u lookin at p**sy

We aint buddys we aint partners and we damn sure aint friends

Some much chrome on my Benz you see ya face in my rims

If your b**ch wanna roll I'ma let her get in

I don't play but im a playa til the motherf**kin end

I got no pick up lines

I stay on the grind

I tell the hoes all the time

B**ch get in my car(b**ch get in)

Got my 64 ridin on Dayton spokes

And when I open that door

B**ch get in my car

I got no pick up lines

I stay on the grind

I tell the hoes all the time

B**ch get in my car(b**ch get in)

Got my 64 ridin on Dayton spokes

And when I open that door

B**ch get in my car

Dont tell me you dont know that uhh

I'm the shiiit

Man you betta watch your gurl man

I leave with your b**ch

I aint standing these hoes man Im about my paper

If your b**ch really bout it ni**a im gon' take her

Back seat of my jeep

F**k til I f**k up her makeup

Take her to the Diamond District introduce her to Jacob

Tell her if she like me she should keep me icy

My game f**k with a b**ch brain till she think she wifey

Spend her life savings in a day cause she likes me

Commitment for me

Ah nah not likely

When I with Vivica

I Thought I was onto somethin

But then the next week nah man it was nothing

I got no pick up lines

I stay on the grind

I tell the hoes all the time

B**ch get in my car(b**ch get in)

Got my 64 ridin on Dayton spokes

And when I open that door

B**ch get in my car

I got no pick up lines

I stay on the grind

I tell the hoes all the time

B**ch get in my car(b**ch get in)

Got my 64 ridin on Dayton spokes

And when I open that door

B**ch get in my car

Look into the windows of my soul

The eyes neva lie

They bloodshot red

Its ganja in my system im high

First its pain when you lust for my love

Then it's smooth and calm

Feel the rush like the 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 b**ches that be sexin me

They suck cock to 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 im in your bed

I got no pick up lines I stay on the grind

I tell the hoes all the time

B**ch get in my car(b**ch get in)

Got my 64 ridin on Dayton spokes

And when I open that door

B**ch get in my car

I got no pick up lines I stay on the grind

I tell the hoes all the time

B**ch get in my car(b**ch get in)

Got my 64 ridin on Dayton spokes

And when I open that door

B**ch get in my car

Quit playin b**ch get in

You know ya wanna ride wit a ni**a

50 Cent