Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Car

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

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

Ay C keep yo' open for the boppers, car hoppers
Daisy out on the block, showin cock, traffic stoppers
Lookin good spendin some 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 or in that candy Cadillac right behind him

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

So, I let them hoes ride and I them a grip
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 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
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, wanna fuck my car
But who the fuck you think you are, by far
They ain't on me, they wanna fuck my car

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

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

Fifty there, a hundred dollars here
You brought the bitch a drink and all her a beer
Your homeboys lookin for ya, but yo' ass
You left niggaz 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 up out the truck
You what I mean? I ain't showin out Vogues
Just so these hoes can be seen, you wanna fuck or cut?

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

When you look at my chrome and you lick your
It's just like I'm rubbin' my dick between your
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 fuck you and all yo' friends
Soon as Pimp C come in that 600 Benz
With burgundy paint, butter and LG
Color TV, VCR X-rated films

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

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

Now bitches stare a nigga 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 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

Now bitches stare a down 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
They ain't trippin' on me, they fuck my car

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