Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Car

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

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 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 trippin on me, they wanna my car

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

Dress above 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 tellin' me see yo' grand
All she wanna do is Su-bur-ban
Put her ass on the leather and rub the
See we got in Texas oh, man that pussy look good

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

Now bitches stare a nigga 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 trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car

Look a nigga up and down like he a
But they ain't trippin on me, wanna 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
Assumin' that they body's too to dispute
But is the root of all drama
An attribute put up in head by they momma

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, wanna fuck my car

Look a up and down 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 trippin' on me, they fuck my car

Now bitches a nigga 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, wanna fuck my car

Look a nigga up and down he a superstar
But 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 fuck my car