Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Car

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

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

Look a up and down like he a superstar
But ain't trippin, 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

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 they nigga or in that Cadillac right behind him

Bitches me see yo' dick grand
All she do is ride Su-bur-ban
Put her ass on the and rub the wood
See we got boppers in Texas oh, man that pussy good

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

Now bitches stare a nigga 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 trippin' on me, wanna fuck my car

Look a 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
They ain't trippin on me, they wanna 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 attribute put up in they head by momma

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

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

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

Now bitches stare a nigga when he step to the bar
They trippin' 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

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

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

But not me, you better ask them 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 stare a 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 on me, they wanna fuck my car

Look a nigga up and like he a superstar
But 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

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