[Intro]
Uhhhhh
Yeah
Uhhhhh
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I´m a straight guerilla with it, cold hearted killa wit it
Any gettin´ outta line can get it
I make it hot, mothaas 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 with you s
My rap money slow up, I´ll run up on you s
I´m on the edge, I´m just waitin´ on a 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 mothain´ end [gunshots]
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[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 ?? these hoes, man I´m bout my paper
If your bitch really bout it I´m gon´ take her
Backseat of my jeep, till I 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 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´ [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
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[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 lust 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 in´ broke, love won´t get you on the bus
Man you should see the pretty bitches that be sexin´ me
They suck 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
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
[Gunshots]
Letra añadida por: podercrema (#35.989)