Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Car

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

Now stare a nigga down when 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, they fuck my car

a nigga 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 ain't trippin on me, they wanna my car

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

Dress above knees, jellies and G-strings up the ass
Man I never let 'em
So, tell me where can I 'em
With they nigga or in that candy right behind him

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

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

Now bitches stare a nigga down when he 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 trippin on me, they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you 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 they body's too boomin to
But pussy is the root of all
An attribute put up in they head by momma

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

dollars there, a hundred dollars here
You brought the bitch a 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 to fuck then get the fuck up out the truck
You know what I I ain't showin out Vogues
Just so these hoes can be seen, c'mon you wanna or cut?

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 fuck you you are, by far
They trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car

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

And I'ma you and fuck all yo' friends
Soon as Pimp C come through in that 600
With paint, butter and LG rims
Color TV, VCR playin films

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

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

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

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 trippin' on me, they fuck my car

Look a up and down like 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, they fuck my car