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

[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

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