Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Car

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

Now bitches stare a nigga when 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 trippin, on me, they wanna my car

Look a nigga up and down like he a
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

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

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

Bitches tellin' me see yo' 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 pussy look good

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 fuck my ride

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 trippin' on me, they wanna my car

Look a nigga up and down like he a
But 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

Oh yeah, these hoes think they cute in 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, tell it like it is, I sees how it goes 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 dollars
You brought the bitch a and all her homegirls a beer
Your homeboys for ya, but yo' ass gone
You left your niggaz at the club and took all them hoes

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

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 fuck you 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 just like I'm my dick between your hips
And when you and shake your ass, my grill smile right back
Bitch I'm the real, why I ride Cadillac

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

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

But bitch not me, you better ask hoes 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 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 trippin' on me, they wanna my car

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