Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Car

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

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 nigga up and down he a superstar
But 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

Ay C keep yo' eyes open for the boppers, car
Daisy Dukes out on the block, cock, traffic stoppers
Lookin good spendin nigga G's
Nails by Vietnamese, [unverified], lookin' they worth G's

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

tellin' 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 in Texas oh, man that pussy look good

So, I let them hoes and I show them a grip
But she blinded by the she can't see I'm a pimp
When she told me I looked I didn't feel no pride
All the wanted to do is just fuck my ride

Now bitches a nigga down 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
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna 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 think they cute in catsuits
that they body's too boomin to dispute
But pussy is the 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 goes
Niggaz 'bout, how they passin' these hoes 'round
But y'all trickin', hoes told me
Fools y'all ain't Goldy, 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 niggaz at the club and took all them hoes home

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

Now stare a nigga down when he step to the bar
ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car
But who the fuck you think you are, by far
ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car

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

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

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

But bitch not me, you better ask hoes if my name Pimp C
Unless your makin ten thousand dollars 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
ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck 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 trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you you are, by far
They trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car

Now bitches stare a nigga down when he to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me, wanna 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 nigga up and 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