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letra de 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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