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lil jon & the east side boyz – contract (chopped & screwed) lyrics

[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

- lil jon the east side boyz lyrics

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