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Lil Jon( Jonathan Smith )
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Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz 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 'Cause you belong to me Hey bitch, sign your name on the dotted line '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, sign your name on the dotted line 'Cause you belong to me Hey bitch, sign your name on the dotted line Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 'Cause now you're mine
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, they 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, 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
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 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, hey, yeah
If it's pimping you wanting, pimping you needing Everyday from me 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
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