Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Car

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

Now bitches stare a nigga down 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 up and down like he a superstar
But they ain't trippin, on me, wanna fuck my car
But who the fuck 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
good spendin some nigga G's
Nails by Vietnamese, [unverified], like they worth G's

Dress above they knees, jellies and up the ass
Man I let 'em pass
So, tell me where can I 'em
With they nigga or in that Cadillac right behind him

Bitches me see yo' dick grand
All she wanna do is ride
Put her ass on the leather and rub the
See we got boppers in oh, man that 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 looked good I didn't 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 bitch who the 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 wanna my car
But bitch who the you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin on me, they wanna my car

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

Oh yeah, tell it like it is, I sees how it goes down
Niggaz talkin' 'bout, how they passin' these 'round
But trickin', them hoes told me
y'all ain't Goldy, ridin' in a goodie 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 your 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 know what I mean? I showin out Vogues
Just so these can be seen, c'mon you wanna fuck or cut?

Now bitches stare a nigga down when he 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

When you at my chrome and you lick your lips
It's just like I'm rubbin' my dick 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 in that 600 Benz
burgundy paint, butter and LG rims
Color TV, VCR playin films

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

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

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 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 ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna my car

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, wanna fuck my car

Look a nigga up and down like he a
But 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