Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Car

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

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

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

Dress above they knees, jellies and up the ass
Man I let 'em pass
So, tell me can I find 'em
they 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 that pussy look

So, I let hoes ride 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 good I didn't no pride
All the bitch wanted to do is fuck my ride

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

Look a up and down 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 on me, they wanna fuck my car

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

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

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

And didn't even fuck, man the fuck
If you didn't want to 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, you wanna fuck or cut?

Now bitches stare a down when he step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me, wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you 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 like I'm rubbin' my dick between your
And when you smile and your ass, my grill smile right back
I'm the real, that's why I ride Cadillac

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

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

But bitch not me, you better ask them hoes if my name 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 down 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
They ain't 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 trippin' on me, they wanna my car

Now bitches stare a down when he step to the bar
They ain't 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

a nigga 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 trippin' on me, they wanna my car