Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Car

Check it out, 1996, bitches still on dicks
Hoes trippin' mayne
Choosin, they men by what kinda they drive
What keys you holdin

Now stare a nigga down when he step to the bar
They ain't trippin, on me, they wanna my car
But bitch who the fuck you you are, by far
They ain't trippin, on me, they fuck my car

Look a up and down like he a superstar
But ain't trippin, on me, they wanna fuck my car
But who the fuck you think you are by far
They trippin on me, they wanna fuck my car

Ay C keep yo' open for the boppers, car hoppers
Daisy Dukes out on the block, cock, traffic stoppers
Lookin good spendin nigga G's
by Vietnamese, [unverified], lookin' like they worth G's

Dress above knees, jellies and G-strings up the ass
Man I let 'em pass
So, me where can I find 'em
With they or in that candy Cadillac right behind him

Bitches tellin' me see yo' grand
All she wanna do is ride
Put her ass on the leather and rub the
See we got boppers in Texas oh, man that look good

So, I let hoes ride and I show them a grip
But she blinded by the candy she see I'm a pimp
When she told me I looked good I feel no pride
All the bitch wanted to do is just my ride

Now stare a nigga down when he step to the bar
ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, wanna fuck my car

Look a nigga up and down like he a
But they ain't trippin on me, they fuck my car
But who the fuck you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin on me, wanna fuck my car

Oh yeah, hoes think they cute in skin-tight catsuits
Assumin' that body's too boomin to dispute
But is the root of all drama
An attribute put up in they head by they

Oh yeah, I'ma tell it like it is, I sees how it goes
Niggaz 'bout, how they passin' these hoes 'round
But y'all trickin', them hoes me
Fools y'all ain't Goldy, in a goodie but an oldie

Fifty dollars there, a hundred here
You brought the a drink and all her homegirls a beer
homeboys lookin for ya, but yo' ass gone
You left your niggaz at the club and all them hoes home

And didn't even fuck, man the fuck
If you didn't want to then get the fuck up out the truck
You know what I mean? I ain't showin out
Just so these hoes can be seen, c'mon you fuck or cut?

Now bitches stare a nigga down when he to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me, they fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you you are, by far
They ain't on me, they wanna fuck my car

you look at my chrome and you lick your lips
It's like I'm rubbin' my dick between your hips
And when you smile and shake your ass, my smile right back
Bitch I'm the real, that's why I Cadillac

And I'ma you and fuck all yo' friends
Soon as Pimp C come through in 600 Benz
With paint, butter and LG rims
Color TV, VCR playin films

Of myself, up in beauty queens
But let me tell y'all niggaz the difference between and me
You see, man I can tell all bitch wanted to do
Is ride for free and smoke for free

But not me, you better ask them hoes if my name Pimp C
your pussy makin ten thousand dollars a week
The way I see you sittin in my passenger seat, you bitch!

Now bitches stare a down when he step to the bar
They trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna my car

a nigga up and down like he a superstar
But they ain't on me, they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, wanna fuck my car

Now bitches stare a nigga when he step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me, they fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you you are, by far
They ain't on me, they wanna fuck my car

Look a up and down like he a superstar
But they ain't trippin' on me, wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you you are, by far
They trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car