Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Unladylike, artist - Mia x. Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Unladylike |
| What you think about this beat right here |
| You can do something with this |
| Shit, man KL you motherfucker this beat is fire |
| 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 |
| Nigga you know I got some of everything |
| I’m Unlady Like (Door Knocking) Who that is |
| That’s ya beat |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |