Song Details: I Got No Pick Up Lines I Stay On The Grind Lyrics. The name of the song is Get In My Car which is sung by 50 Cent.
I Got No Pick Up Lines I Stay On The Grind Lyrics
[Intro]
Uh-huh
Yeah
Uh-huh
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I’m a straight gorilla with it, cold-hearted killer with it
Any n^^ga gettin’ outta line can get it (Yeah)
I make it hot, motherf^^kers freeze up when I come through
Mac-10, 32-shot clip in my snorkel (Uh-huh)
I might smile and say, “What’s up?” but I don’t f^^k with you n^^gas
My rap money slow up, I’ll run up on you n^^gas (Woo)
I’m on the edge, I’m just waiting on a n^^ga to push me
Put my hand on my strap—what you looking at, p^^sy?
We ain’t buddies, we ain’t partners and we damn sure ain’t friends
So much chrome on my Benz, you see your face in my rims
If your b^^ch wanna roll, I’ma let her get in
I don’t play, but I’m a playa ’til the motherf^^king end
[Chorus]
I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind (Uh-huh)
I tell the hoes all the time, b^^ch, get in my car (b^^ch, get in)
I got my 64, riding on Dayton spokes (Hahaha)
And when I open that door, b^^ch, get in my car
I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind (Uh-huh)
I tell the hoes all the time, b^^ch, get in my car (b^^ch, get in)
I got my 64, ridin’ on Dayton spokes (Hahahaha)
And when I open that door, b^^ch, get in my car
[Verse 2]
Don’t tell me you don’t know that, ah—I’m the sh^t
Now, you better watch your girl, man, I leave with your b^^ch
I ain’t stunting these hoes, man, I’m ’bout my paper
If your b^^ch really ’bout it, n^^ga, I’m gon’ take her
Backseat of my Jeep, f^^k ’til I f^^k up her makeup (Uh-huh)
Take her to the Diamond District, introduce her to Jacob (Woo)
Tell her if she like me, she should keep me icy
My game f^^k with a b^^ch brain ’til she think she wifey (Yeah)
Spent her life savings in a day, ’cause she likes me
Committment from me, uhh… nah, not likely
Went out Vivica, I thought I was onto something
But then the next week, nah, man, it was nothing (Hahaha)
[Chorus]
I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time, b^^ch, get in my car (b^^ch, get in)
I got my 64, riding on Dayton spokes
And when I open that door, b^^ch, get in my car (Hahaha)
I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind (Uh-huh)
I tell the hoes all the time, b^^ch, get in my car (b^^ch, get in)
I got my 64, riding on Dayton spokes
And when I open that door, b^^ch, get in my car (Hahaha)
[Verse 3]
Look into the windows of my soul, the eyes never lie (Uh-huh)
They blood shot red, it’s ganja 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 needle’s in your arm (Uh-huh)
It’s a cold world, baby girl, loving me is not enough
Find out when you f^^king broke, love won’t get you on the bus (Yeah)
Man, you should see the pretty b^^ches that be sexing me
They suck cock; to make ’em hot, I just let ’em stand next to me (Woo)
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 yawning, turning over, and I’m in your bed
[Chorus]
I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time, b^^ch, get in my car (b^^ch, get in)
I got my 64, riding on Dayton spokes (Hahaha)
And when I open that door, b^^ch, get in my car
I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind (Uh-huh)
I tell the hoes all the time, b^^ch, get in my car (b^^ch, get in)
I got my 64, riding on Dayton spokes (Hahaha)
And when I open that door, b^^ch, get in my car
[Outro]
Hahahaha
Quit playing, b^^ch! Get in
You know you wanna ride with a n^^ga
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
Hahaha
(Gunshots)
