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underground kingz - fuck my car lyrics

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check it out, 1996, b-tches still suckin on d-cks
hoes just trippin’ mayne
choosin, they men by what kinda cars they drive
what kinda keys you holdin

now b-tches stare a n-gg- down when he step to the bar
they ain’t trippin, on me, they wanna f-ck my car
but b-tch who the f-ck you think you are, by far
they ain’t trippin, on me, they wanna f-ck my car

look a n-gg- up and down like he a superstar
but they ain’t trippin, on me, they wanna f-ck my car
but b-tch who the f-ck you think you are by far
they ain’t trippin on me, they wanna f-ck my car

ay c keep yo’ eyes open for the boppers, car hoppers
daisy dukes out on the block, showin c-ck, traffic stoppers
lookin good spendin some n-gg- g’s
nails by vietnamese, [unverified], lookin’ like they worth g’s

dress above they knees, jellies and g-strings up the -ss
man i never let ’em p-ss
so, tell me where can i find ’em
with they n-gg- or in that candy cadillac right behind him

b-tches tellin’ me see yo’ d-ck grand
all she wanna do is ride su-bur-ban
put her -ss on the leather and rub the wood
see we got boppers in texas oh, man that p-ssy 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 b-tch wanted to do is just f-ck my ride

now b-tches stare a n-gg- down when he step to the bar
they ain’t trippin’ on me, they wanna f-ck my car
but b-tch who the f-ck you think you are, by far
they ain’t trippin’ on me, they wanna f-ck my car

look a n-gg- up and down like he a superstar
but they ain’t trippin on me, they wanna f-ck my car
but b-tch who the f-ck you think you are, by far
they ain’t trippin on me, they wanna f-ck my car

oh yeah, these hoes think they cute in skin-tight catsuits
-ssumin’ that they body’s too boomin to dispute
but p-ssy 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
n-gg-z talkin’ ’bout, how they p-ssin’ 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 b-tch a drink and all her homegirls a beer
your homeboys lookin for ya, but yo’ -ss gone
you left your n-gg-z at the club and took all them hoes home

and didn’t even f-ck, man what the f-ck
if you didn’t want to f-ck then get the f-ck up out the truck
you know what i mean? i ain’t showin out vogues
just so these hoes can be seen, c’mon you wanna f-ck or cut?

now b-tches stare a n-gg- down when he step to the bar
they ain’t trippin’ on me, they wanna f-ck my car
but b-tch who the f-ck you think you are, by far
they ain’t trippin’ on me, they wanna f-ck my car

when you look at my chrome and you lick your lips
it’s just like i’m rubbin’ my d-ck between your hips
and when you smile and shake your -ss, my grill smile right back
b-tch i’m the real, that’s why i ride cadillac

and i’ma f-ck you and f-ck all yo’ friends
soon as pimp c come through in that 600 benz
with burgundy paint, b-tter and lg rims
color tv, vcr playin x-rated films

of myself, runnin up in beauty queens
but let me tell y’all n-gg-z the difference between y’all and me
you see, man i can tell all that b-tch wanted to do
is just ride for free and smoke for free

but b-tch not me, you better ask them hoes if my name pimp c
unless your p-ssy makin ten thousand dollars a week
the only way i see you sittin in my p-ssenger seat, you b-tch!

now b-tches stare a n-gg- down when he step to the bar
they ain’t trippin’ on me, they wanna f-ck my car
but b-tch who the f-ck you think you are, by far
they ain’t trippin’ on me, they wanna f-ck my car

look a n-gg- up and down like he a superstar
but they ain’t trippin’ on me, they wanna f-ck my car
but b-tch who the f-ck you think you are, by far
they ain’t trippin’ on me, they wanna f-ck my car

now b-tches stare a n-gg- down when he step to the bar
they ain’t trippin’ on me, they wanna f-ck my car
but b-tch who the f-ck you think you are, by far
they ain’t trippin’ on me, they wanna f-ck my car

look a n-gg- up and down like he a superstar
but they ain’t trippin’ on me, they wanna f-ck my car
but b-tch who the f-ck you think you are, by far
they ain’t trippin’ on me, they wanna f-ck my car

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