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
kinda keys you holdin

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

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

Dress above they knees, and G-strings up the ass
Man I let 'em pass
So, tell me where can I 'em
With they nigga or in candy Cadillac right behind him

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

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

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 on me, they wanna fuck my car

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

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

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

dollars there, a hundred dollars here
You brought the bitch a and all her homegirls a beer
Your homeboys for ya, but yo' ass gone
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 fuck then get the fuck up out the
You know what I mean? I showin out Vogues
Just so these hoes can be seen, c'mon you wanna fuck or

Now bitches stare a nigga 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 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 dick between hips
And when you smile and shake ass, my grill smile right back
I'm the real, that's why I ride Cadillac

And fuck you and fuck all yo' friends
as Pimp C come through in that 600 Benz
With burgundy paint, butter and LG
Color TV, VCR playin X-rated

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

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

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

Look a nigga up and like he a superstar
But 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

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

Look a up and down like he a superstar
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