[KLC] What you think about this beat right here You can do something with this
[Mia X] Köln Homepage 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 Basteln mit Kindern [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 Visitenkarten online 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 Immobilien Hagen 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 Unter der Sonne der Toskana 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 BigSky PR 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
