Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Car

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

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

Look a nigga up and like he a superstar
But they 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

Ay C yo' eyes open for the boppers, car hoppers
Dukes out on the block, showin cock, traffic stoppers
Lookin spendin some nigga 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, tell me where can I 'em
With they nigga or in that candy Cadillac behind him

tellin' me see yo' dick 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 look

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

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

Oh yeah, these hoes think they cute in catsuits
Assumin' that they too boomin to dispute
But pussy is the of all drama
An attribute put up in head by they momma

Oh yeah, I'ma tell it like it is, I sees how it down
Niggaz talkin' 'bout, how they passin' these 'round
But y'all trickin', them told me
Fools y'all 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 at the club and took all them hoes home

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

Now stare a nigga down 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 trippin' on me, they wanna my car

When you look at my chrome and you your lips
It's just I'm rubbin' 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 ride

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

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

But bitch not me, you better ask hoes if my name Pimp C
your pussy makin ten thousand dollars 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 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

Look a nigga up and like 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 wanna my car

Now bitches stare a nigga 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 wanna my car

Look a up and down 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