Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Car

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

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 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 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

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

Dress they knees, jellies and G-strings up the ass
Man I never let 'em
So, me where can I find 'em
With they nigga or in that candy Cadillac 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 Texas oh, man that look good

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

Now bitches stare a nigga 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 on me, they wanna fuck my car

a nigga up and down like he a superstar
But 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, 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 they

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

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

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

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 wanna my car

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

And I'ma you and fuck all yo' friends
Soon as C come through in that 600 Benz
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 between y'all and me
You see, man I can tell all bitch wanted to do
Is ride for free and smoke for free

But bitch not me, you better ask them hoes if my Pimp C
your pussy makin 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 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

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