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lil jon the east side boyz – contract feat trillville, jazze pha & pimpin ken كلمات اغاني

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-gg- 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 const-tution for the prost-tution
and let prost-tution be the only solution
please believe it, you understand it, b-tch, you know my choosing fee b-tch
it’s a lifetime, b-tch of ho crime, believe that ho you know what i’m talking about
yeah, b-tch you know what i’m talking about
don coochie hole 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 funky -ss b-tch

as i pull up to the club
jumping out of the jag
24’s still spinning with a dealership tag
brand new
bright leather guts and pearl blue
these hoes they choosing like a lucky horseshoe
but that’s alright 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
i got a superstar status,
so i 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 where the after party
the emb-ssy suites downtown, room 112, my darlin
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

hey b-tch, sign your name on the dotted line
cause you belong to me
you belong to me, yeah
hey b-tch sign your name on the dotted line
cause now you’re mine

just pulled up at the club
i’m fly than a m-th-f-cka
d-mn, why they staring ho, sh-t i’m the m-th-f-cka
not the front door
we better go through the back
see, that was back then, now look where we at
straight to vip, my n-gg-z, man we deep
you gonna go by 2 or 3
before you get to me
the b-tch, and she a g and said “what’s up for later?”
i said “i’m 20 east, i’m headed to decatur”
and m-th-f-ck the hater
it’s about this making paper
and 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-gg-z if all they try to do is cake her
i ain’t sippin on no chaser, that’s what we tell the waiter
you godd-mn right, i’m a m-th-f-ckin player
so 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

hey b-tch sign your name on the dotted line
cause you belong to me
hey b-tch sign your name on the dotted line
cause now you’re mine

hey, hey b-tch
hey b-tch get up it’s time to go to work
time to go to work b-tch, it’s your boy lil jon
never will i love a b-tch
why would i trust a b-tch?
always gonna dog a b-tch
they only good for sucking d-ck
or riding on a n-gg- c-ck
trying to get a n-gg- stock
i’m never gonna break bread
not even for a little head
i’m a player, not a cake-a-ho
always gotta break a ho, down to the f-cking floor
you step up, i’ll let you know
it’s mob, bme
p to the i to the m p
no, i’m southside
sorry, b-tch, you better pay me

old school white lac pimpin like 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
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
if it ain’t about money, then it 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

took a bunch of pills, drinking on my beers
sitting on a mill, but i’m pimpin still
riding round the track, like goldie in the mack
still i’m don coreleone pimping hoes from my realm
mesmerized by the words that’s coming out my mouth
so i’m flushing money quickly out these b-tches’ bank accounts
after that i bounce
to another ho, in a 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” i say, “b-tch, where my dividends?”
“you probably in the club” i say, “b-tch, where my dividends?”
you bout to make me break your neck, i have to ask your -ss again
i’m don a.k.a “stay pimpin hard”
that mean hoes gonna march winter, summer, spring and fall
cause i have to ball, there’s no other way
even if the b-tch pregnant, there’s no happy mother’s day

hey b-tch sign your name on the dotted line (sign right here)
cause you belong to me (you my b-tch now)
hey b-tch (hey b-tch) sign your name on the dotted line (right here)
cause now you’re mine (you mine, ho)

get your -ss up

if you get out line, i’m a slap your eye
i’m a slap your eye
i’m a slap your eye
better have my money y
ou better have my money, b-tch)
cause you signed your name on the dotted line
so get off your -ss and get on the grind
get up, get out there and make my motherf-cking money, right now
forgot what i am, b-tch? what am i?
i’m a pimp in every inch of the word
inch of the verb
every inch of the curb
i’m a hit, like the lottery baby
better believe it
please believe it
hey, yeah
if it’s pimping you wanting, pimping you needing
everyday from me
from a real motherf-cking pimp
but b-tch that’s all i can see
any day of the week, when you f-cking with me

if you f-cking with me, you better get your -ss out there
and make that m-th-f-ckin money
rain, sleet or snow
rob, steal and kill for a m-th-f-ckapimp like me, ho

- lil jon the east side boyz

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