Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Car

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

Now bitches stare a nigga down when he to the bar
ain't 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

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

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

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

tellin' me see yo' dick grand
All she do is ride Su-bur-ban
Put her ass on the and rub the wood
See we got boppers in Texas oh, man that pussy 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 me I looked good I didn't feel no pride
All the bitch wanted to do is just fuck my

Now bitches stare a 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 trippin' on me, they wanna fuck 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 fuck you you are, by far
They ain't trippin on me, they fuck my car

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

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

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

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

Now bitches a nigga down when he step to the bar
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 wanna my car

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

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

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

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

Now bitches stare a nigga 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, they wanna my car

Look a nigga up and down like he a
But 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, wanna fuck my car

Now bitches a nigga down when he step to the bar
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

Look a nigga up and 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
They trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car