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Mia X - Unladylike



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   [KLC]
  Hey, yo Mia!
  
  [Mia X]
  What's up
  
  [KLC]
  What you think about this beat right here
  You can do something with this
  
  [Mia X]
  Shit, man KL you motherfucker this beat is fire
  
  [KLC]
  Now that's what I'm talkin' bout
  I need you to drop some mackin' ass shit off this
  You don't have none of that huh
  
  [Mia X]
  Nigga you know I got some of everything
  I'm Unlady Like (Door Knocking) Who that is
  
  [KLC]
  That's ya beat
  
  [Mia X]
  Oh, OK well come here baby, why you holdin' up, you know I love you
  I know you still ain't trippin cause you seen that nigga downtown
  I don't care nothing about him
  You ain't seen no kissing, you ain't seen no hugging, none of that
  No emotions cause I give all my emotions to you
  You want me to make you feel extra special
  Now look at ya I see you trying to fight that smile back off ya face
  My baby, please don't give it to me, now give me some sugar
  Alright now, you know you my million dollar nigga
  So why don't you go on and make it happen for mama
  
  [Verse 1]
  See I flip scripts on niggas blow they mind like the wind
  Iceberg Slim pimped hoes, but I got my money and clothes from him
  Gator skin boots and purses for my slick verses
  When I ride it I twerk it, leave they body jerkin' and twitchin'
  Then I position my frame of thought
  Spit game, eye contact so it can soften his heart
  I lie if I have to even cry if I have to
  But in the end it's the law, they gon' buy what I ask for
  No rushin' I make sling it all then bring it all to me
  I used to be a rider, flyer now I'm retired see
  I took lessons from Big Vie and 67
  She still got them niggas down to do whatever
  I ain't gon' lie it's well known, I'm a fool in the bed
  And I understand full blown, niggas suckers for head
  Raw skills leave em' for dead, toes curl then shed
  Moaning, sighing, shivering like a little ol' bitch
  Just the art of pimpin' and pussy whippin' excites me
  After hearing the show ladies wanna be just like me
  Shiesty, to keep my queen property and nice ride
  My game's so tight it's unladylike
  
  [Phone Conversation]
  Hey darling, it's daddy put mommy on the phone
  Yeah Barbara it's Richie yeah look I ain't never coming home no more
  Take it easy
  
  [Verse 2]
  I ain't right, cause I especially
  Send my nigga out to play on and flirt with other broads with big cheese
  I even dress him and tell him to say the shit we like to hear
  Tell her you want a committment and wanna build shit with her
  Don't forget to lick the pussy nigga, eat your Wheaties
  Cause you gon' need to bust about three or four nuts, no speedys
  Cook the breakfast and the flowers only
  He gon' comeback knowin' where the safe's at,
  And he gon' take that and bring it on to mama
  Send me off to relax, with my girls in the Bahamas
  Sipping pina coladas
  And I'ma be on the sand, plotting on his friends
  Especially the dark one with the six-hundred Benz
  His ends is long, he say he don't buy me shit
  Two weeks later, that same nigga, I was driving his shit
  With the keys to his crib, Prada full of his G's
  Knew the secret hiding place for the China and weed
  All my need he's trying to fulfill
  Wanna be my number one, every time I make him come
  It's like the boy gets dumber and dumber
  Cause mama say I got him under a gree-gree
  Take me shopping in New York, let them repossess her car, unladylike
  
  [Phone Conversation]
  Yeah, man your not ruining my whole day, just do what I say
  Man just the other day I run into the law
  He up and out left with all my ends, ya dig
  Man I love my baby, I'm waiting for her to come back
  She has been gone three months man, damn
  
  [Verse 3]
  Nigga, MC's is always talkin' bout the game they got
  Wanna be pimps and playas but what about that beef cock
  Heifer, that got you missing studio sessions
  And got you calling her all day sweatin'
  Is you the same nigga to get on a mic and say fuck a ho
  Even though the one you love is up in ya bed, giving head
  To the nigga that I sent, coming back giving me fifteen percent
  Now, now I listen to your record and I laugh
  You weak for ass, and you know this compare the math
  Talkin' to a real pimp and I'ma drop it
  Cool off nigga, I know ya mad but don't knock it
  The truth hurts like life's a bitch
  And she happens to be down with No Limit, and money shit
  Mama Mia, x-rated, extra hard, extra tight, extra unladylike
  




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