Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Car

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

Now bitches stare a nigga down when he 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 trippin, on me, wanna fuck my car

Look a up and down 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 ain't on me, they wanna fuck my car

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

Dress they 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 Cadillac behind him

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

So, I let hoes 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 feel no pride
All the wanted to do is just fuck my ride

Now bitches stare a 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
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 you think you are, by far
They ain't on me, they wanna fuck my car

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

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

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

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

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

When you look at my and you lick your lips
It's just like I'm rubbin' my dick between hips
And you smile 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 through in 600 Benz
With burgundy paint, butter and LG
Color TV, VCR playin films

Of myself, runnin up in beauty
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 ride for and smoke for free

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

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

Look a nigga up and down like he a
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, wanna fuck my car

Now bitches a nigga 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 trippin' on me, they wanna fuck 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