| What you think about this beat right here
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| You can do something with this
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| Shit, man KL you motherfucker this beat is fire
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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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| 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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| That’s ya beat
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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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| 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 |
| 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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| 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 |
| 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 |
| Take me shopping in New York, let them repossess her car, unladylike
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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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| 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 |