Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Car

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

Now bitches stare a nigga down 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 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, wanna fuck my car

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

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

Bitches me see yo' dick grand
All she do is ride 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 can't see I'm a
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 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
ain't 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 who the fuck you think you are, by far
ain't trippin on me, they wanna fuck my car

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

Oh yeah, I'ma it like it is, I sees how it goes down
Niggaz talkin' 'bout, how passin' these hoes 'round
But y'all trickin', them told me
Fools y'all Goldy, ridin' in a goodie but an oldie

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

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

Now bitches a nigga down when 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 fuck my car

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

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

Of myself, runnin up in beauty
But let me y'all niggaz 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 if my name Pimp 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 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

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

Now stare a nigga down when he step to the bar
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

Look a up and down like he a superstar
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 wanna my car