Get In My Car lyrics

Artist  : 50 Cent 
Song : Get In My Car



 Send "Get In My Car" Ringtone to your Cell 

 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, 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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