Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Car

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

Now bitches a nigga down when he step to the bar
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

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

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

Dress they knees, jellies and G-strings up the ass
Man I never let 'em
So, tell me can I find 'em
With nigga or in that candy Cadillac right behind him

Bitches tellin' me see yo' dick
All she wanna do is Su-bur-ban
Put her ass on the and rub the wood
See we got boppers in Texas oh, man that look good

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now bitches stare a nigga down 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
ain't trippin' 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 when you smile and shake 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 C come through in that 600 Benz
With burgundy paint, and LG rims
Color TV, VCR X-rated films

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

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

Now bitches stare a nigga down when he to the bar
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, they wanna my car

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

a nigga up and down like 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, wanna fuck my car