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f*** My Car Lyrics

Let's go ridin, sidin, whippin and dippin
I know it's my car b****,
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 s***, to make you smile
Put your seatbeat on, cause
I be drivin wildYou think
I'm like them other n*****,
I just wanna f***
But I like to get money and get my d*** sucked
I ain't your average everyday little hoe n****
And I can see through you b**** youse a gold diggertellin me stories,
about the richest man
But I'm Too $hort baby, the b****'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 d***
I take you right back home so you can be witcha man
I know you sucker m************ won't understand
See me with a b**** and say I floss too hard
These hoes ain't trippin on me, they wanna f*** my car
Now whether on the strip, or in the bar
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Gettin' It (album number ten) (1996)
Gettin' It Survivin' the Game That's Why Bad Ways f*** My Car Take My b**** Buy You Some Pimp Me Baby D Nasty Rhymes Never Talk Down I Must Confess So Watcha Sayin' I've Been Watching You (Move Your Sexy Body)