Unladylike lyrics

Artist  : X Mia 
Song : 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