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Fuck My Car Lyrics

from Gettin' It (Album Number Ten)

"Fuck My Car" is track #4 on the album Gettin' It (Album Number Ten). It was written by Todd Shaw;eric Breed.
"Fuck My Car" is track #4 on the album Gettin' It (Album Number Ten). It was written by Todd Shaw;eric Breed.

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Let's go ridin, sidin, whippin and dippin
I know it's my car bitch
You ain't trippinit's your favorite color, on a lovely day
You let me reach right over
And rub on your leg
I'm sayin all kind of shit, to make you smile
Put your seatbeat on, cause
I be drivin wildyou think
I'm like them other niggaz
I just wanna fuck
But I like to get money and get my dick sucked
I ain't your average everyday little hoe nigga
And I can see through you bitch youse a gold diggertellin me stories
About the richest man

But I'm too $hort baby, the bitch's pimp
I come a long way from young and done the certified player
I get what I want, and i'ma holler at you later
If you ain't got game you might think
I'm a trickdon't play yourself girl you won't get no dick
I take you right back home so you can be witcha man
I know you sucker motherfuckers won't understand
See me with a bitch and say I floss too hard
These hoes ain't trippin on me, they wanna fuck my car
Now whether on the strip, or in the bar
If you put your mind to it, you might get far
No need to be a player or a superstar
She ain't trippin on you she'd rather fuck your car
She could care less about a real man
All she wants is a man with the meal plan
Pick her up in the benz and hope she get to it
Every day is halloween hoe, trick or treat
I throw your ass in the trunk with a bag of rats
Drop you off at kaiser like they did in the mack
I know you're broke, fantasizing like mariahget a grip on my bumper
Rub your clit on my tire
You can ride on top or wrap your legs around the frame

But if you get in this car you gonna respect this game and
I'm knowin that, I hope you know it too
Only real pimps know what I'm goin through
It's a daily mission, controllin these bitches
Uphold the pimpin, never start sympin
Got the cleanest drop caddy for your eyes to see
So c'mon bitch and take a ride with me
Now I'm about big blocks, drop tops
White guts ending with much knock
Got loot but dough ain't even trippin on it
Got keys, to three hundred z's, knowin these bitches
Now whether on the strip, or in the bar
If you put your mind to it, you might get far
No need to be a player or a superstar
She ain't trippin on you she'd rather fuck your car

I gave you a ride for some head cause my dick was soft
But if you ain't widdit i'ma drop you off
I got hoes all around me all day and night
And yo little pussy's just way too tight
For a big black dick like mine to slide in
I take my motherfuckin time and ride it
Cause ain't no punk bitches where I'm from
They like to suck niggaz dicks, and make us cum
So get butt-naked let me slap that ass
Play with them titties while I tap that ass
Slam your face in the pillow, and arch that back
Have you lovin this dick like it's made of crackcocaine
And you know that costs
Can't fuck for free you got to pay the boss
Hundred dollar bills bitchi break your ass and won't feel shit
Cause pimpin, pimpin, that's my game
I got it from the o where it always rainspimp game, now it's time to roll
And take my hoes down to the hoe stroll
Now whether on the strip, or in the bar
If you put your mind to it, you might get far
No need to be a player or a superstar
She ain't trippin on you she'd rather fuck your car

You ain't slammin doors like me cause
I'm the coldest mack
From a brand new benz to my old school 'llac
You ain't never gon stop my pimpin styleit's like two plus two, can you figure it out?
You say, what fo'
I say that's right
You know the answer nigga pimpin for life
What's a trick to a hoe, some dope to a fiend
What's a bag of weed if the shit ain't green
You say the game is forever, well so am i
You only got two choices bitch, hoe or dienow speak up, you better say somethin
Before I turn your ass back into a pumpkin
Cause ain't no motherfuckin fairy tales
Only freaky tales, and I tell em so well bitch
Now get your ass in the cardon't play me too close
I won't pimp you too hard
Now whether on the strip, or in the bar
If you put your mind to it, you might get far
No need to be a player or a superstar
She ain't trippin on you she'd rather fuck your car
She ain't trippin on you she'd rather fuck your car

Songwriters
Todd Shaw;Eric Breed

Published by
SRAND MUSIC;UNIVERSAL MUSIC-Z SONGS

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