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