F*** My Car

F*** My Car Lyrics

Song F*** My Car
Artist UGK
Album Jive Records Presents: UGK Chopped and Screwed
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作曲 : Butler, Freeman, Johnson
Check it out, 1996, ******* still suckin on *****s
Hoes just trippin' mayne
Choosin, they men by what kinda cars they drive
What kinda keys you holdin
Now ******* stare a ***** down when he step to the bar
They ain't trippin, on me, they wanna ***** my car
But ******* who the ***** you think 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 ***** you think you are by far
They ain't trippin on me, they wanna ***** my car
Ay C keep yo' eyes open for the boppers, car hoppers
Daisy Dukes out on the block, showin ****, traffic stoppers
Lookin good spendin some *****
G'sNails by
Vietnamese, [unverified], lookin' like they worth
G'sDress above they knees, jellies and
G-strings up the ass
Man I never let 'em pass
So, tell me where can
I find 'em
With they ***** or in that candy
Cadillac right behind him
******* tellin' me see yo' ***** grand
All she wanna do is ride
Su-bur-ban
Put her ass on the leather and rub the wood
See we got boppers in
Texas oh, man that ******* look good
So, I let them hoes ride and
I show them a grip
But she blinded by the candy she can't see
I'm a pimp
When she told me
I looked good
I didn't feel no pride
All the ******* wanted to do is just ***** my ride
Now ******* stare a ***** down when he step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car
But ******* who the ***** you think 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 ***** you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin on me, they wanna ***** my car
Oh yeah, these hoes think they cute in skin-tight catsuits
Assumin' that they body's too boomin to dispute
But ******* is the root of all drama
An attribute put up in they head by they momma
Oh yeah, I'ma tell it like it is,
I sees how it goes down
*****z talkin' 'bout, how they passin' these hoes 'round
But y'all trickin', them hoes told me
Fools y'all ain't
Goldy, ridin' in a goodie but an oldie
Fifty dollars there, a hundred dollars here
You brought the ******* a drink and all her homegirls a beer
Your homeboys lookin for ya, but yo' ass gone
You left your *****z at the club and took all them hoes home
And didn't even *****, man what the *****
If you didn't want to ***** then get the ***** up out the truck
You know what
I mean? I ain't showin out
VoguesJust so these hoes can be seen, c'mon you wanna ***** or cut?
Now ******* stare a ***** down when he step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car
But ******* 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 lips
It's just like
I'm rubbin' my ***** between your hips
And when you smile and shake your ass, my grill smile right back
******* I'm the real, that's why
I ride Cadillac
And I'ma ***** you and ***** all yo' friends
Soon as Pimp
C come through in that 600
BenzWith burgundy paint, butter and
LG rimsColor
TV, VCR playin
X-rated films
Of myself, runnin up in beauty queens
But let me tell y'all *****z the difference between y'all and me
You see, man
I can tell all that ******* wanted to do
Is just ride for free and smoke for free
But ******* not me, you better ask them hoes if my name
Pimp CUnless your ******* makin ten thousand dollars a week
The only way
I see you sittin in my passenger seat, you *******!
Now ******* stare a ***** down when he step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car
But ******* who the ***** you think 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 ***** you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car
Now ******* stare a ***** down when he step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car
But ******* who the ***** you think 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 ***** you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car
zuo qu : Butler, Freeman, Johnson
Check it out, 1996, still suckin on s
Hoes just trippin' mayne
Choosin, they men by what kinda cars they drive
What kinda keys you holdin
Now stare a down when he step to the bar
They ain' t trippin, on me, they wanna my car
But who the you think 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 you think you are by far
They ain' t trippin on me, they wanna my car
Ay C keep yo' eyes open for the boppers, car hoppers
Daisy Dukes out on the block, showin , traffic stoppers
Lookin good spendin some
G' sNails by
Vietnamese, unverified, lookin' like they worth
G' sDress above they knees, jellies and
Gstrings up the ass
Man I never let ' em pass
So, tell me where can
I find ' em
With they or in that candy
Cadillac right behind him
tellin' me see yo' grand
All she wanna do is ride
Suburban
Put her ass on the leather and rub the wood
See we got boppers in
Texas oh, man that look good
So, I let them hoes ride and
I show them a grip
But she blinded by the candy she can' t see
I' m a pimp
When she told me
I looked good
I didn' t feel no pride
All the wanted to do is just my ride
Now stare a down when he step to the bar
They ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car
But who the you think 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 you think you are, by far
They ain' t trippin on me, they wanna my car
Oh yeah, these hoes think they cute in skintight catsuits
Assumin' that they body' s too boomin to dispute
But is the root of all drama
An attribute put up in they head by they momma
Oh yeah, I' ma tell it like it is,
I sees how it goes down
z talkin' ' bout, how they passin' these hoes ' round
But y' all trickin', them hoes told me
Fools y' all ain' t
Goldy, ridin' in a goodie but an oldie
Fifty dollars there, a hundred dollars here
You brought the a drink and all her homegirls a beer
Your homeboys lookin for ya, but yo' ass gone
You left your z at the club and took all them hoes home
And didn' t even , man what the
If you didn' t want to then get the up out the truck
You know what
I mean? I ain' t showin out
VoguesJust so these hoes can be seen, c' mon you wanna or cut?
Now stare a down when he step to the bar
They ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car
But 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 lips
It' s just like
I' m rubbin' my between your hips
And when you smile and shake your ass, my grill smile right back
I' m the real, that' s why
I ride Cadillac
And I' ma you and all yo' friends
Soon as Pimp
C come through in that 600
BenzWith burgundy paint, butter and
LG rimsColor
TV, VCR playin
Xrated films
Of myself, runnin up in beauty queens
But let me tell y' all z the difference between y' all and me
You see, man
I can tell all that wanted to do
Is just ride for free and smoke for free
But not me, you better ask them hoes if my name
Pimp CUnless your makin ten thousand dollars a week
The only way
I see you sittin in my passenger seat, you !
Now stare a down when he step to the bar
They ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car
But who the you think 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 you think you are, by far
They ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car
Now stare a down when he step to the bar
They ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car
But who the you think 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 you think you are, by far
They ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car
zuò qǔ : Butler, Freeman, Johnson
Check it out, 1996, still suckin on s
Hoes just trippin' mayne
Choosin, they men by what kinda cars they drive
What kinda keys you holdin
Now stare a down when he step to the bar
They ain' t trippin, on me, they wanna my car
But who the you think 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 you think you are by far
They ain' t trippin on me, they wanna my car
Ay C keep yo' eyes open for the boppers, car hoppers
Daisy Dukes out on the block, showin , traffic stoppers
Lookin good spendin some
G' sNails by
Vietnamese, unverified, lookin' like they worth
G' sDress above they knees, jellies and
Gstrings up the ass
Man I never let ' em pass
So, tell me where can
I find ' em
With they or in that candy
Cadillac right behind him
tellin' me see yo' grand
All she wanna do is ride
Suburban
Put her ass on the leather and rub the wood
See we got boppers in
Texas oh, man that look good
So, I let them hoes ride and
I show them a grip
But she blinded by the candy she can' t see
I' m a pimp
When she told me
I looked good
I didn' t feel no pride
All the wanted to do is just my ride
Now stare a down when he step to the bar
They ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car
But who the you think 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 you think you are, by far
They ain' t trippin on me, they wanna my car
Oh yeah, these hoes think they cute in skintight catsuits
Assumin' that they body' s too boomin to dispute
But is the root of all drama
An attribute put up in they head by they momma
Oh yeah, I' ma tell it like it is,
I sees how it goes down
z talkin' ' bout, how they passin' these hoes ' round
But y' all trickin', them hoes told me
Fools y' all ain' t
Goldy, ridin' in a goodie but an oldie
Fifty dollars there, a hundred dollars here
You brought the a drink and all her homegirls a beer
Your homeboys lookin for ya, but yo' ass gone
You left your z at the club and took all them hoes home
And didn' t even , man what the
If you didn' t want to then get the up out the truck
You know what
I mean? I ain' t showin out
VoguesJust so these hoes can be seen, c' mon you wanna or cut?
Now stare a down when he step to the bar
They ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car
But 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 lips
It' s just like
I' m rubbin' my between your hips
And when you smile and shake your ass, my grill smile right back
I' m the real, that' s why
I ride Cadillac
And I' ma you and all yo' friends
Soon as Pimp
C come through in that 600
BenzWith burgundy paint, butter and
LG rimsColor
TV, VCR playin
Xrated films
Of myself, runnin up in beauty queens
But let me tell y' all z the difference between y' all and me
You see, man
I can tell all that wanted to do
Is just ride for free and smoke for free
But not me, you better ask them hoes if my name
Pimp CUnless your makin ten thousand dollars a week
The only way
I see you sittin in my passenger seat, you !
Now stare a down when he step to the bar
They ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car
But who the you think 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 you think you are, by far
They ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car
Now stare a down when he step to the bar
They ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car
But who the you think 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 you think you are, by far
They ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car
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