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Contract


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 fuck-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 darling


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 (well)


Cause you belong to me (you belong to me, yeah)


Hey bitch (hey bitch) sign your name on the dotted line (well)


Cause now you're mine








Just pulled up at the club


I'm flyer than a motherfucker


Damn, why they staring? ho, shit I'm the motherfucker


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 through 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 motherfuck 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 cause 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 motherfucker 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 (hey bitch), sign your name on the dotted line (well)


Cause you belong to me (you belong to me, yeah)


Hey bitch (hey bitch) sign your name on the dotted line (well)


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 cock


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 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 I'm Don Juan


When I pull up on the track, I toot-a-loo my horn


Make these hoes come running like Mike for travs


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








Just up off the pill, drinking on my beer


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 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's pregnant, there's no Happy Mother's Day








Hey bitch (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)














If you get out line, I'm a slap you out


I'm a slap you out


I'm a slap you out


Better have my money (you 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


Every inch of the verb


Every inch of the curb


I'm a hit it, like the lottery baby


Better believe it (please believe it)


Hey, yeah


If it's pimping you wanting (what), pimping you needing (what)


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 motherfucking money


Rain, sleet or snow


Rob, steal and kill for a motherfucking pimp like me, ho








"Say, I'm comin at you with lines, think they lies


Just because I don't match your compatible sign


I'ma let the world see, other boos can't relate


Let you walk in front, make the other dudes hate..."



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