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lirik lagu 50 cent – bitch get in my car

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uh huh, yeah, uh huhh, yeah

i’m a straight guerilla wit it, cold hearted killa wit it
any n-gg- gettin’ outta line can get it, i make it hot
motherf-ckas 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 wit you n-gg-s
my rap money slow up, i run up on u n-gg-s, i’m on the edge
i’m just waiting on a n-gg- to push me
put my hand on my strap, what you lookin’ at p-ssy?

we ain’t buddys, we ain’t partners and we d-mn sure ain’t friends
some 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 l’m a playa till the motherf-ckin’ end

i got no pick up lines, i stay on the grind
i tell the hoes all the time, b-tch get in my car, b-tch get in
got my 64, ridin’ on dayton spokes and when i open that door
b-tch get in my car

don’t tell me you don’t know that, l’m the sh-t
man you betta watch your gurl, man
i leave with your b-tch, i ain’t standing these hoes
man i’m about my paper

if your b-tch really ’bout it, n-gg- l’m gon’ take her
back seat 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 icy

my game f-ck with a b-tch 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-tch get in my car, b-tch get in
got my 64, ridin’ on dayton spokes and when i open that door
b-tch get in my car

i got no pick up lines, i stay on the grind
i tell the hoes all the time, b-tch get in my car, b-tch get in
got my 64, ridin’ on dayton spokes and when i open that door
b-tch 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 l-st 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-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 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, b-tch get in my car, b-tch get in
got my 64, ridin’ on dayton spokes and when i open that door
b-tch get in my car

quit playin’ b-tch get in you know
ya wanna ride wit a n-gg- 50 cent
g-g-g unit