[Verse 1] I'm a straight guerilla with it, cold hearted killa wit it Any nigga gettin' outta line can get it I make it hot, mothafuckas 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 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 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 mothafuckin' end [gunshots]
[Chorus x2] 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
[Verse 2] Don't tell me you don't know that, uhh I'm the shyiiit Now you better watch ya girl mayn, I leave with ya bitch I ain't shiting 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 When I with Vivica, I thought I was onto somethin' But then the next week, nah man it was nothin' [gunshots]
[Chorus x2] 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
[Verse 3] 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 Its 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 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] 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
[Outro] Hahaha Quit playin' bitch get it You know you wanna ride with a nigga 50 Cent G-G-G-G-G-Unit [Gunshots]
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[Verse 1] I'm a straight guerilla with it, cold hearted killa wit it Any nigga gettin' outta line can get it I make it hot, mothafuckas 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 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 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 mothafuckin' end [gunshots]
[Chorus x2] 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
[Verse 2] Don't tell me you don't know that, uhh I'm the shyiiit Now you better watch ya girl mayn, I leave with ya bitch I ain't shiting 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 When I with Vivica, I thought I was onto somethin' But then the next week, nah man it was nothin' [gunshots]
[Chorus x2] 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
[Verse 3] 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 Its 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 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] 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
[Outro] Hahaha Quit playin' bitch get it You know you wanna ride with a nigga 50 Cent G-G-G-G-G-Unit [Gunshots]
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