Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Car

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

Now bitches stare a nigga 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 fuck my car

Look a nigga up and down like he a
But 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

Ay C yo' eyes open for the boppers, car hoppers
Daisy Dukes out on the block, showin cock, traffic
good spendin 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 where can I 'em
With they nigga or in that candy Cadillac behind him

Bitches me see yo' dick 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 them a
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 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

a nigga up and down like he a superstar
But they ain't trippin on me, 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, these hoes think they cute in catsuits
that they body's too boomin to dispute
But is the root of all drama
An attribute put up in they head by momma

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

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

And didn't fuck, man what the fuck
If you want to fuck then get the fuck up out the truck
You know what I mean? I ain't showin out
Just so these can be seen, c'mon 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 who the fuck you think you are, by far
They ain't on me, they wanna fuck my car

When you at my chrome and you lick your lips
It's just 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 Cadillac

And I'ma fuck you and fuck all yo'
Soon as Pimp C come through in 600 Benz
burgundy paint, butter and LG rims
Color TV, VCR X-rated films

Of myself, up in beauty 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 ride for free and for free

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

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