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fuck my car - too $hort lyrics

let’s go ridin, sidin, whippin and dippin
i know it’s my car b-tch, you ain’t trippin
it’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 sh-t, to make you smile
put your seatbeat on, cause i be drivin wild
you think i’m like them other n-gg-z, i just wanna f-ck
but i like to get money and get my d-ck sucked
i ain’t your average everyday little hoe n-gg-
and i can see through you b-tch youse a gold digger
tellin me stories, about the richest man
but i’m too $hort baby, the b-tch’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 trick
don’t play yourself girl you won’t get no d-ck
i take you right back home so you can be witcha man
i know you sucker motherf-ckers won’t understand
see me with a b-tch and say i floss too hard
these hoes ain’t trippin on me, they wanna f-ck 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 f-ck 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 eat
every day is halloween hoe, trick or treat
i throw your -ss 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 mariah
get a grip on my b-mper, rub your cl-t 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 b-tches
uphold the pimpin, never start sympin
got the cleanest drop caddy for your eyes to see
so c’mon b-tch 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 b-tches

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 f-ck your car

i gave you a ride for some head cause my d-ck 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 p-ssy’s just way too tight
for a big black d-ck like mine to slide in
i take my motherf-ckin time and ride it
cause ain’t no punk b-tches where i’m from
they like to suck n-gg-z d-cks, and make us c-m
so get b-tt-naked let me slap that -ss
play with them t-tties while i tap that -ss
slam your face in the pillow, and arch that back
have you lovin this d-ck like it’s made of crack
cocaine, and you know that costs
can’t f-ck for free you got to pay the boss
hundred dollar bills b-tch
i break your -ss and won’t feel sh-t
cause pimpin, pimpin, that’s my game
i got it from the o where it always rains
pimp 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 f-ck 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 style
it’s like two plus two, can you figure it out?
you say, what fo’, i say that’s right
you know the answer n-gg- pimpin for life
what’s a trick to a hoe, some dope to a fiend
what’s a bag of weed if the sh-t ain’t green
you say the game is forever, well so am i
you only got two choices b-tch, hoe or die
now speak up, you better say somethin
before i turn your -ss back into a pumpkin
cause ain’t no motherf-ckin fairy tales
only freaky tales, and i tell em so well b-tch
now get your -ss in the car
don’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 f-ck your car
(repeat 2x)

- too hort lyrics

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