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50 cent – get in my car lyrics



[verse 1]
i’m a straight guerrilla with it, cold hearted killa wit it
any n-gg- gettin’ outta line can get it
i make it hot, motherf-ckers freeze up when i come through
mac-10, thirty two shot clip in my snorkel
i might smile and say whats up but i don’t f-ck with you n-gg-s
my rap money slow up, i’ll run up on you n-gg-s
i’m on the edge, i’m just waitin’ on a n-gg- to push me
put my hand on my strap, what you lookin’ at p-ssy
we ain’t buddies, we ain’t partners and we d-mn sure ain’t friends
so much chrome on my benz, you see ya face in my rims
if your b-tch wanna roll, i’ma let her get in
i don’t play but i’m a player till the mothaf-ckin’ end [gunshots]

[chorus (x2):]
i got no pickup lines
i stay on the grind
i tell the hoes all the time
b-tch get in my car (b-tch get in)
i got my 64, ridin’ on dayton spokes
and when i open that do’
b-tch get in my car

[verse 2]
don’t tell me you don’t know that, uh i’m the shyiiit
now you better watch ya girl mayn, i’ll leave with you b-tch
i ain’t sh-tting these hoes, man i’m bout my paper
if your b-tch really bout it n-gg- i’m gon’ take her
backseat of my jeep, f-ck till 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 b-tch brain till she think she wifey
spent a life savings in a day, cause she likes me
commitment from me, uh nah not likely
when i with vivica, i thought i was onto somethin’
but then the next week, nah man it was nothin’ [gunshots]

[chorus x2]

[verse 3]
look into the windows of my soul, the eyes never lie
they blood shot red, its gaunja in my system, i’m high
first its pain when you l-st for love, then its smooth and calm
feel the rush, like a needles in your arm
its a cold world baby girl, lovin’ me is not enough
find out when you f-ckin’ broke, love won’t get you on the bus
man you should see the pretty b-tches that be s-xin’ me
they suck c-ck 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 huhhhh?
my conversations so deep, i get in your head
next thing you know, you yawnin’, turnin’ over and i’m in the bed [gunshots]

[chorus x2]

quit playin’ b-tch get it
you know you wanna ride with a n-gg-
50 cent