I got no pickup lines
I tell the hoes all the time
I stay on the grind
Uhh
Bitch get in my car
Bitch get in my car
Hundred percent thug, freak too, I'll taste your love
So much chrome on my Benz, you see ya face in my rims
Committment for me, uhh, nah not likely
I make it hot, motherfuckers, freeze up when I come through
Don't tell me you don't know that, uhh, I'm the shyit
Bitch get in my car
One hour, Vivica, I thought I was onto somethin'
Bitch get in my car
And when I open that do'
And when I open that do'
Bitch get in my car
I might smile and say what’s up but I don't fuck with you niggaz
Quit playin' bitch, get it
I'm a straight guerilla with it, cold hearted killa wit it
My rap money slow up, I'll run up on you niggaz
I tell the hoes all the time
(Bitch get in)
If your bitch really ‘bout it nigga, I'm gon' take her
I stay on the grind
(Bitch get in)
Tell her if she like me she should keep me icey
I ain't [unverified] these hoes, man I'm bout my paper
69's the position, your mouths full baby, huh?
Backseat of my jeep, fuck till I fuck up her make up
(Bitch get in)
Bitch get in my car
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
Bitch get in my car
And when I open that do'
I got no pickup lines
My conversations so deep, I get in your head
Hahaha
Feel the rush, like a needles in your arm
Next thing you know, you yawnin', turnin' over and I'm in the bed
I got no pickup lines
(Bitch get in)
I stay on the grind
Bitch get in my car
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
Bitch get in my car
Bitch get in my car
It’s a cold world, baby girl, lovin' me is not enough
I stay on the grind
I don't play but I'm a playa till the motherfuckin' end
Find out when you fuckin' broke, love won't get you on the bus
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
I got no pickup lines
Mac-10, thirty-two shot clip in my snorkel
Yeah
(Bitch get in)
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
I tell the hoes all the time
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
If your bitch wanna roll, I'ma let her get in
I tell the hoes all the time
And when I open that do'
Put my hand on my strap, what you lookin' at pussy
Bitch get in my car
I got no pickup lines
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
50 Cent
They blood shot red, it’s gaunja in my system, I'm high
I stay on the grind
Now you better watch ya girl mayn, I leave with ya bitch
You know you wanna ride with a nigga
But then the next week, nah man, it was nothin’
They suck cock that make 'em hot, I just let 'em stand next to me
Bitch get in my car
Man you should see the pretty bitches that be sexin' me
(Bitch get in)
Spent a life savings in a day, ‘cause she likes me
My game fuck with a bitch brain till she think she wifey
I'm on the edge, I'm just waitin' on a nigga to push me
Any nigga gettin' outta line can get it
I got no pickup lines
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
First it’s pain when you lust for love, then it’s smooth and calm
Take her to the Diamond District, introduce her to Jacob
I tell the hoes all the time
Look into the windows of my soul, the eyes never lie
And when I open that do'
And when I open that do'
