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Correct Contract Feat Trillville, Jazze Pha & Pimpin Ken Lyrics
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Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz
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Correct Contract Feat Trillville, Jazze Pha & Pimpin Ken
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Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, like I said this is your boy Pimpin' Ken dot net Sell the bitch pussy till it's drip drop wet You know what I'm saying, the vet, not the pet Dig this here man Like my nigga 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 bitch get off is when a bitch 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 believe it, you understand it, bitch, you know my choosing fee bitch It's a lifetime, bitch of ho crime, believe that ho you know what I'm talking about Yeah, bitch you know what I'm talking about Don coochie hole bitch, better known as pimp coochie hole Pimpin' Ken the Don in this shit ho You know what I'm talking about, yeah Milwaukee, Wisconsin you funky ass bitch 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 Bitches wanna get wild Popping X and smoking dro' on the verge of my style These bitches calling, asking where the after party The Embassy 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 fuck till the end Hey bitch, sign your name on the dotted line Cause you belong to me You belong to me, yeah Hey bitch sign your name on the dotted line Cause now you're mine Just pulled up at the club I'm fly than a muthafucka Damn, why they staring ho, shit I'm the muthafucka Not the front door We better go through the back See, that was back then, now look where we at Straight to vip, my niggaz, man we deep You gonna go by 2 or 3 Before you get to me The bitch, and she a G and said "what's up for later?" I said "I'm 20 East, I'm headed to Decatur" And muthafuck 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 niggaz if all they try to do is cake her I ain't sippin on no chaser, that's what we tell the waiter You goddamn right, I'm a muthafuckin player So tell me how you want it You riding? Get up on it I ain't fucking with the ho if she don't know how to donut, for real Hey bitch sign your name on the dotted line Cause you belong to me Hey bitch sign your name on the dotted line Cause now you're mine Hey, hey bitch Hey bitch get up it's time to go to work Time to go to work bitch, it's your boy Lil Jon Never will I love a bitch Why would I trust a bitch? Always gonna dog a bitch They only good for sucking dick Or riding on a nigga c*** Trying to get a nigga 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 fucking 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, bitch, you better pay me Old school white Lac pimpin like Don Juan When I pull up on the track, I toot-a-loo my horn 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 bitch and won't save a bitch If it ain't about money, then it don't make sense I'll mack a bitch and I'll pimp a bitch 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 bitches' 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, "bitch, where my dividends?" "You always out of town" I say, "bitch, where my dividends?" "You probably in the club" I say, "bitch, where my dividends?" You bout to make me break your neck, I have to ask your ass 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 bitch pregnant, there's no Happy Mother's Day Hey bitch sign your name on the dotted line (sign right here) Cause you belong to me (you my bitch now) Hey bitch (hey bitch) sign your name on the dotted line (right here) Cause now you're mine (you mine, ho) Get your ass 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, bitch) Cause you signed your name on the dotted line So get off your ass and get on the grind Get up, get out there and make my motherfucking money, right now Forgot what I am, bitch? 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 motherfucking pimp But bitch that's all I can see Any day of the week, when you fucking with me If you fucking with me, you better get your ass out there And make that muthafuckin money Rain, sleet or snow Rob, steal and kill for a muthafuckapimp like me, ho
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