Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Car

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

Now bitches stare a nigga 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 he a superstar
But ain't trippin, on me, they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the you think you are by far
ain't trippin on me, they wanna fuck my car

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

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

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

So, I let them hoes ride and I show a grip
But she blinded by the candy she see I'm a pimp
When she told me I looked good I didn't feel no
All the bitch wanted to do is fuck my ride

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

Look a nigga up and like he a superstar
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, they fuck my car

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

Oh yeah, I'ma it like it is, I sees how it goes down
Niggaz talkin' 'bout, how they passin' these hoes
But y'all trickin', them told me
Fools y'all Goldy, ridin' in a goodie but an oldie

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

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

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

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

And fuck you and fuck all yo' friends
Soon as Pimp C come through in 600 Benz
With paint, butter and LG rims
TV, VCR playin X-rated 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 that bitch to do
Is just for free and smoke for free

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

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

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

Now bitches stare a nigga down when he 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, wanna fuck my car

a nigga up and down like he a superstar
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, they fuck my car