Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Car

Check it out, 1996, bitches still on dicks
Hoes just mayne
Choosin, they men by kinda cars they drive
What 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
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 fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you you are by far
They ain't trippin on me, wanna fuck my car

Ay C yo' eyes open for the boppers, car hoppers
Daisy out on the block, showin cock, traffic stoppers
good spendin some nigga G's
Nails by Vietnamese, [unverified], lookin' like 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 nigga or in that candy Cadillac right behind him

Bitches me see yo' dick grand
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 hoes ride and I show them a grip
But she blinded by the candy she can't see I'm a
When she told me I looked I didn't feel no pride
All the bitch wanted to do is fuck my ride

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

Look a 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 trippin on me, they wanna fuck my car

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

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

Fifty dollars there, a dollars here
You brought the bitch a drink and all her a beer
Your lookin for ya, but yo' ass gone
You your niggaz at the club and took all them hoes home

And even fuck, man what the fuck
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 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 on me, they wanna fuck my car

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

And I'ma fuck you and fuck all yo'
Soon as Pimp C come in that 600 Benz
With burgundy paint, 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 bitch not me, you better ask hoes if my name Pimp C
Unless pussy makin ten thousand dollars a week
The only way I see you in my passenger seat, you bitch!

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 fuck you 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 who the fuck you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, wanna fuck my car

Now bitches stare a down when he step to the bar
They trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you 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 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