50 cent get in my car lyrics

Uh huh, yeah, uh huhh, yeah

I'm a straight guerilla wit it, cold hearted killa wit it
Any nigga gettin' outta line can get it, I make it hot
Motherfuckas freeze up when I come through
Mac 10 32 shot clip in my snorkel

I might smile and say what's up but I don't fuck wit you niggas
My rap money slow up, I run up on u niggas, I'm on the edge
I'm just waiting on a nigga to push me
Put my hand on my strap, what you lookin' at pussy?

We ain't buddys, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
Some 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 l'm a playa till the motherfuckin' end

I got no pick up lines, I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time, bitch get in my car, bitch get in
Got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes and when I open that door
Bitch get in my car

Don't tell me you don't know that, l'm the shit
Man you betta watch your gurl, man
I leave with your bitch, I ain't standing these hoes
Man I'm about my paper

If your bitch really 'bout it, nigga l'm gon' take her
Back seat 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 icy

My game fuck with a bitch 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, bitch get in my car, bitch get in
Got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes and when I open that door
Bitch get in my car

I got no pick up lines, I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time, bitch get in my car, bitch get in
Got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes and when I open that door
Bitch get in my

Look into the windows of my soul, the eyes neva lie
They bloodshot red, it's ganja in my system l'm 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 fuckin' broke, love won't get you on the bus
Man you should see the pretty bitches 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 l'm in your bed

I got no pick up lines, I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time, bitch get in my car, bitch get in
Got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes and when I open that door
Bitch get in my car

Quit playin' bitch get in you know
Ya wanna ride wit a nigga 50 Cent
G-G-G Unit

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I'm a straight guerilla with it, cold hearted killa with it
Any nigga gettin' outta line can get it
I make it hot, mothafuckas freeze up when I come through
Mac-10, 32 shot clip in my snorkel
I might smile and say what's up but I don't f*ck with you niggas
My rap money slow up, I'll run up on you niggas
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 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 mothafuckin' 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

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, nigga I'm gon' take her
Backseat of my jeep, f*ck 'til I f*ck 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*ck 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 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

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, 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 conversation's 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

Hahaha
Quit playin' bitch get it
You know you wanna ride with a nigga
50 Cent
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Written by: Curtis James Jackson, Tony L Cottrell

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