Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Car

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

Now bitches stare a nigga when he step to the bar
They ain't trippin, on me, they wanna my car
But bitch who the fuck you you are, by far
They 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 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, stoppers
Lookin spendin some nigga G's
Nails by Vietnamese, [unverified], lookin' like they G's

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

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

So, I let hoes ride and I show them a grip
But she by the candy she can't 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 nigga down 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 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 you think you are, by far
They ain't on me, they wanna fuck my car

Oh yeah, hoes think they cute in skin-tight catsuits
Assumin' that they body's too 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
talkin' 'bout, how they 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 hundred dollars
You brought the bitch a drink and all her a beer
Your homeboys for ya, but yo' ass gone
You left your niggaz at the and took all them hoes home

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

Now bitches stare a nigga down he step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna 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 and you lick your lips
It's just like I'm rubbin' my between your hips
And when you smile and shake your ass, my grill right back
Bitch I'm the real, that's why I Cadillac

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

But bitch not me, you ask them hoes if my name Pimp C
Unless your pussy makin ten thousand dollars a
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 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

Look a nigga up and down like he a
But they ain't 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 stare 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

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