Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Car

Check it out, 1996, bitches still on dicks
just trippin' mayne
Choosin, they men by what kinda cars 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
ain't trippin, on me, they wanna fuck 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 fuck you you are by far
They ain't 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 spendin some nigga G's
Nails by Vietnamese, [unverified], lookin' like they G's

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

Bitches tellin' me see yo' dick
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 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 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
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 fuck my car

Look a nigga up and down he a superstar
But they ain't trippin on me, 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, hoes think they cute in skin-tight catsuits
Assumin' that body's too boomin to dispute
But is the root of all drama
An attribute put up in they head by momma

Oh yeah, I'ma tell it like it is, I sees how it down
Niggaz talkin' 'bout, how they passin' these hoes
But y'all trickin', them hoes me
Fools y'all Goldy, ridin' in a goodie but an oldie

Fifty dollars there, a hundred here
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 all them hoes home

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

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

When you look at my chrome and you your lips
It's like I'm rubbin' my dick between your 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 C come through 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 niggaz the difference y'all and me
You see, man I can tell all bitch wanted to do
Is ride for free and smoke for free

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

Look a up and down like he a superstar
But they ain't trippin' on me, 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 a nigga down when 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 ain't on me, they wanna fuck my car

a nigga up and down like he a superstar
But 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