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
What kinda you holdin

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 fuck you you are, by far
They ain't trippin, on me, 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 fuck you you are by far
They ain't trippin on me, they fuck my car

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

Dress above they knees, jellies and up the ass
Man I let 'em pass
So, me where can I find 'em
With they nigga or in that candy Cadillac right him

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

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

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

a nigga up and down 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
They trippin on me, they wanna fuck my car

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

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

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

Now bitches a nigga down when he step to the bar
They ain't 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

you look at my chrome and you lick your lips
It's just like I'm rubbin' my between your hips
And when you smile and shake your ass, my grill smile right
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
TV, VCR playin X-rated films

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

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

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

Now stare a nigga down 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

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