Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Car

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

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

Look a nigga up and down 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

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

Dress above they knees, jellies and up the ass
Man I never let 'em
So, tell me where can I 'em
With they nigga or in that 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 hoes ride and I 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 to do is just fuck my ride

Now stare a nigga down when 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 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 fuck my car

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

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

Fifty dollars there, a dollars here
You brought the a drink and all her homegirls a beer
Your lookin 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 to fuck then get the fuck up out the truck
You know I mean? I ain't showin out Vogues
Just so these can be seen, c'mon you wanna fuck or cut?

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

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

And I'ma fuck you and fuck all yo'
Soon as Pimp C come through in that 600
With burgundy paint, butter and LG
TV, VCR playin X-rated films

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

But bitch not me, you better ask them hoes if my name 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 you think you are, by far
They trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car

Look a nigga up and down like he a
But they ain't trippin' on me, they 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 nigga down 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 trippin' on me, they wanna my car

a nigga up and down 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