UGK - Fuck My Car lyrics

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Bitches still suckin' on dicks
Hoes is trippin', mane
Choosin' they men by what
Kinda cars they drive
What kinda keys you holdin'

Now bitches stare a nigga down when
He step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me
They wanna fuck my car
But, bitch, who the fuck you think you are
By far they ain't trippin' on me
They wanna fuck my car
Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar
But they ain't trippin' on me
They wanna fuck my car
But, bitch, who the fuck you think you are
By far they ain't trippin 'on me
They wanna fuck my car

Ay C, keep yo eyes open for the boppers
Car hoppers
Daisy Dukes out on the block, showin cock
Traffic stoppers
Lookin' good spendin' some nigga G's
Nails by Vietnamese, hair by Michi's
Lookin' like they worth G's
Dress 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 nigga or in that
Candy Cadillac right behind him

Bitches tellin' me "C, yo dick 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 pussy 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 bitch wanted to do
Is just fuck my ride

Now bitches stare a nigga down when
He step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me
They wanna fuck my car
But, bitch, who the fuck you think you are
By far they ain't trippin' on me
They wanna fuck my car
Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar
But they ain't trippin' on me
They wanna fuck my car
But, bitch, who the fuck you think you are
By far they ain't trippin 'on me
They wanna fuck my car

Oh yeah, these hoes think they cute
In skin-tight catsuit's
Assumin' that they body's too
Boomin' to dispute
But pussy is the root of all drama
An attribute put up in they head by they mama
Oh yeah, I'ma tell it like it is
I sees how it goes down
Niggas 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 bought the bitch a drink and
All her homegirls a beer
Your homeboys lookin' for ya, but yo ass gone
You left your niggas at the club
And took all them hoes home
And didn't even fuck man, what the fuck?
"If you didn't wanna fuck
Then get the fuck up out the truck"
You know what I mean? I
Ain't showin' out hoes
Just so these hoes can be seen, come on
You wanna fuck or cut?

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

When you look at my chrome
And you lick your lips
It's just like I'm rubbin' my
Dick between your hips
And when you smile and shake your ass
My grill smile right back
Bitch, I'm the real
That's why I ride Cadillac
And I'ma fuck you and fuck all your friends
Soon as Pimp C come through in that 600 Benz
With burgundy paint, butter and AMG rims
Color TV, VCR playin' X rated films
Of myself, runnin' up in beauty queens
But let me tell y'all niggas the
Difference between y'all and me
You see, man
I can tell all that bitch wanted to do
Is just ride for free and smoke for free
But bitch, not me
You better ask them hoes if my name Pimp C
Unless your pussy makin' ten
Thousand dollars a week
The only way I see you
Sittin' in my passenger seat, you bitch

Now bitches stare a nigga down when
He step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me
They wanna fuck my car
But, bitch, who the fuck you think you are
By far they ain't trippin' on me
They wanna fuck my car
Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar
But they ain't trippin' on me
They wanna fuck my car
But, bitch, who the fuck you think you are
By far they ain't trippin 'on me
They wanna fuck my car
Now bitches stare a nigga down when
He step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me
They wanna fuck my car
But, bitch, who the fuck you think you are
By far they ain't trippin' on me
They wanna fuck my car
Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar
But they ain't trippin' on me
They wanna fuck my car
But, bitch, who the fuck you think you are
By far they ain't trippin 'on me
They wanna fuck my car