Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Car

Check it out, 1996, still suckin on dicks
Hoes trippin' mayne
Choosin, they men by what cars they drive
kinda keys you holdin

Now bitches stare a nigga down he step 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 bitch who the fuck you you are by far
They ain't trippin on me, wanna fuck my car

Ay C keep yo' eyes for the boppers, car hoppers
Daisy out on the block, showin cock, traffic stoppers
Lookin good some nigga G's
Nails by Vietnamese, [unverified], lookin' like 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 nigga or in that candy Cadillac right behind him

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

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

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 ain't on me, they wanna fuck my car

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

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

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

Fifty dollars there, a dollars here
You brought the a drink 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 even fuck, man what the fuck
If you want to fuck then get the fuck up out the truck
You know I mean? I ain't showin out Vogues
Just so these hoes can be seen, c'mon you wanna fuck or

Now bitches a nigga 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, they fuck my car

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

And I'ma fuck you and fuck all yo'
Soon as Pimp C through in that 600 Benz
With 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 and smoke for free

But bitch not me, you better ask them if my name 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 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 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

Now bitches stare a nigga down 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 on me, they wanna 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