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lirik lagu lil jon & the east side boyz - contract (chopped & screwed)

[intro: pimpin’ ken]
yeah, yeah, yeah, like i said this is your boy pimpin’ ken dot net
sell the b~tch p~ssy till it’s drip drop wet
you know what i’m saying, the vet, not the pet
dig this here man
like my n~gga cashball, you know what i’m saying, me and deante say
man, it’s “stacks, tracks and contracts,” you know what i’m taking about?
only time a b~tch get off is when a b~tch run off, you know what i’m talking about?
hey man, you understand me
master constitution for the prostitution
and let prostitution be the only solution
please~please believe it, you understand it, b~tch, you know my choosing fee b~tch
it’s a lifetime, b~tch of ho crime, beliеve that ho you know what i’m talking about
yeah, b~tch you know what i’m talking about
don~don coochie holе b~tch, better known as pimp coochie hole
pimpin’ ken the don in this sh~t ho
you know what i’m talking about, yeah
milwaukee, wisconsin you f~ck~ass b~tch

[verse 1: dirty mouth]
as i pull up to the club, jumping out of the jag
24’s spinning~spinning with a dealership tag
24’s spinning~spinning with a dealership tag
24’s spinning~spinning with a dealership tag
brand new, bright~bright leather guts and pearl blue
these hoes they choosing like a lucky horseshoe
but that’s alright, cause i~ cause i don’t pay these hoes no mind
as i stroll to the front of the vip line
straight in i go, headed straight to the bar
super~superstar status, so~so guess~guess i’m a star
haters checking me out, now tell me what’s that about?
i’ma chill to the point haters checking me out
sipping on the crystal, b~tches wanna get wild
popping x and smoking dro’ on the verge of my style
these b~tches calling, asking~asking “where the after party?”
the embassy suites downtown, room 112, my darling
bring your friends so we can let this party begin
and bring a box of magnum rubbers so we can f~ck till the end
[chorus: jazze pha]
hey bi~b~tch, sign~sign name~name dot~dotted line (well)
cause you~cause you belong to me (you~you belong to me, yeah)
hey bi~b~tch (hey bit~) sign~sign name~name dot~dotted (well)
now~now you’re mine

[verse 2: la]
just pulled up at the club, i’m flyer than a motherf~
d~mn~d~mn, why they staring? ho, sh~t i’m the motherf~cker
not the front door, we better go through the back
see that~see, that was back then, now look where we at
straight to vip, my n~ggas man we deep
you gonna go through 2 or 3, before you get to me
the b~tch, and she a g and said~and said “what’s up for later?”
i said “i’m 20 east, i’m headed to decatur”
mother~motherf~ck the hater, it’s about this making paper
mother~motherf~ck the hater, it’s about this making paper
mother~motherf~ck the hater, ’bout~’bout this making paper
while she~while she choosing hard, guaranteed i’ma take her
so shake the saltshaker, the dro’ is the vapor
i ain’t got love for n~ggas cause all they do is try to cake her
i ain’t sippin on no chaser, that’s what we tell the waiter
god~godd~mn right, i’m a motherf~cker player
god~godd~mn right, i’m a motherf~cker player
god~godd~mn right, i’m a motherf~cker player
tell~tell~tell me how you want it, you riding? get up on it
i ain’t f~cking with the ho if she don’t know how to donut, for real
[chorus: jazze pha & lil jon]
hey bi~b~tch (hey bit~), sign~sign name~name dot~dotted line (well)
cause you~cause you belong to me (you~you belong to me, yeah)
hey bi~b~tch (hey bit~) sign~sign name~name dot~dotted line (well)
cause now you’re mine
hey, hey
get up b~tch, it’s time to go to work
time to go to work b~tch, it’s your boy lil jon (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 3: lil jon]
and ever will i love a b~tch?
why~why would i trust a b~tch?
al~always gonna dog a b~tch
they~
and ever will i love a b~tch?
why~why would i trust a b~tch?
al~always gonna dog a b~tch
they only good for sucking d~ck
or riding on a n~gga c~ck
trying to get a n~gga stock
never~never gonna break bread
not even for a little head
i’m a player, not a cake~a~ho
al~always gotta break a ho
down to the f~cking floor
you step up, i’ll let you know
it’s m~mob, b~bme
p to the i to the m p
no, i’m southside, sorry
b~tch you~b~tch you better pay me
[verse 4: big sam]
old school white lac pimpin like i’m don juan
when i pull up on the track, i toot~a~loo my h~rn
make these hoes come running like mice for traps
if you ain’t got my money ho, you bound to get slap
cause i don’t love a b~tch and won’t save a b~tch
it ain’t~it ain’t about money, don’t~don’t make sense
if it ain’t about money, don’t~don’t make sense
if it ain’t about money, don’t~don’t make sense
i’ll mack a b~tch and i’ll pimp a b~tch
as long as she making me filthy rich

[verse 5: don p]
just up off the pill, drinking~drinking on my beer
sitting~sitting on a mill, but i’m~but i’m pimpin still
riding~riding round the track, goldie~goldie in the mack
don~don coreleone pimping hoes from my realm
rized~rized by the words, coming~coming out my mouth
flushing~flushing money quickly out these b~tches’ bank accounts
after~after that i bounce, to a~to another ho, totally~totally different city
for a whole other show
they say, “why you don’t call?” i say, “b~tch, where my dividends?”
“you always out of town” “b~tch~b~tch, where my dividends?”
“you probably in the club” “b~tch~b~tch, where my dividends?”
you bout to make me break your neck, i have to ask your ass again
don~don a.k.a “stay~stay pimpin hard”
that mean hoes gonna march winter, summer, spring and fall
cause i~cause i have to ball, there’s no~there’s no other way
even if the b~tch’s pregnant, there’s no happy mother’s day (yeah)

[chorus: jazze pha & lil jon/both]
hey b~tch (hey b~tch), sign your name on the dotted line (sign right here)
cause you belong to me (you my b~tch now)
~laughs~ (hey, hey)
hey b~tch (hey b~tch), sign your name on the dotted line (right here)
cause now you’re mine (you mine, ho)
yeah, get your ass up

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