Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Car

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

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

Look a up and down like he a superstar
But 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

Ay C keep yo' eyes open for the boppers, car
Daisy Dukes out on the block, showin cock, traffic
good spendin 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 never let 'em
So, tell me where can I 'em
they nigga or in that candy Cadillac right behind him

Bitches me see yo' dick grand
All she wanna do is Su-bur-ban
Put her ass on the leather and rub the
See we got boppers in Texas oh, man that pussy 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 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 trippin' on me, they wanna my car

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And fuck you and fuck all yo' friends
Soon as Pimp C through in that 600 Benz
With burgundy paint, butter and LG
Color TV, VCR playin X-rated

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

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

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

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

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