Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Car

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

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

Ay C keep yo' open for the boppers, car hoppers
Daisy Dukes out on the block, cock, traffic stoppers
Lookin good spendin nigga G's
Nails by Vietnamese, [unverified], like 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 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 boppers in Texas oh, man pussy look good

So, I let them hoes ride and I show 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 stare a nigga down when he 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, wanna fuck my car

Look a nigga up and down he a superstar
But 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

Oh yeah, these hoes think they cute in catsuits
Assumin' they body's too boomin to dispute
But pussy is the of all drama
An attribute put up in they head by they

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

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

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

Now bitches stare a nigga down when he 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 on me, they wanna fuck my car

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

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

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

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

Now bitches stare a nigga down he step to the bar
They ain't 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, wanna fuck my car

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, wanna 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 trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car