Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Car

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

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
They ain't trippin, on me, wanna fuck my car

Look a nigga up and down he a superstar
But 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, they wanna my car

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

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

Bitches tellin' me see yo' 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 that pussy look

So, I let them ride and I show them a grip
But she by the candy 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 just my ride

Now bitches stare a nigga down when he to the bar
ain't trippin' on me, they 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 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
They trippin on me, they wanna fuck my car

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

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

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

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

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

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 through in that 600
With paint, butter and LG rims
Color TV, VCR X-rated films

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

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

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

Now stare 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 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