Unladylike

Mia X

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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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    Composición: Mia K Young y Craig Stephen Lawson

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