Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Car

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

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

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

Dress above they knees, jellies and up the ass
Man I never let 'em
So, tell me can I find 'em
With they or in that candy Cadillac right behind him

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

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

Now bitches a nigga down when he step to the bar
ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, wanna fuck my car

Look a nigga up and down like he a
But they ain't trippin on me, they wanna my car
But bitch who the you think you are, by far
ain't trippin on me, they wanna 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 put up in they head by they momma

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

Fifty dollars there, a hundred dollars
You brought the bitch a drink and all her 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 what the
If you didn't want to fuck then get the up out the truck
You know what I I ain't showin out Vogues
Just so these hoes can be seen, c'mon you wanna fuck or

Now bitches stare a 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 ain't on me, they wanna fuck my car

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

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

Of myself, runnin up in 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 and smoke for free

But bitch not me, you better ask hoes if my name Pimp C
Unless your pussy ten thousand dollars a week
The only way I see you sittin in my 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 ain't trippin' on me, they fuck my car

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

Look a nigga up and down like he a
But they ain't 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