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    MY LADIES, MY LADIES (X.T.D'EE)

    "Sit your five-dollar ass down before I make change." -Nino Brown

     

    Yeah, Yeah, what I'm sayin, what I'm sayin..

    I'm a star, a self-starter, not a martyr

    like Marley, but when I sip that hops and barley,

    I let it be like Paul McCartney,

    I smooth it, move it, infuse it,

    so the ladies can't refuse it, reduce riddlas to rags,

    leave the ladies like daaaag, oh my bad,

    is that your baby father I bound and gagged,

    my pants don't sag, I'm retired from swag,

    truth be, I'm lookin for one of these sexy's to snag,

    maybe I'll rhyme quick, maybe I won't,

    maybe I'll come quick, just playin' for real,  I don't,

    be it slow or fast, when I wax that sexy lass,

    she pull up to the bumper, I give a transpass,

    so she can ride all night on the pony express,

    wake her up, yo it's time to get dressed,

    time's up, I'm expecting the next

     

    It's too damn hot, to sex in the airport parking lot,

    let's creep to my spot, so I can do my Mr.Spock,

    pierce that Vee like I'm a Klingon, leave you singin' like Dionne,

    Warwick, I'm all for it, I adore it,

    when ladies come back for more of it,

    I'm elective, this is my directive, real ladies don't faze me,

    'cuz I dig a deep perspective,

    ain't sayin if I'm horny a simpleton won't get a rise,

    but I get tired of that bullshyt quip,

    tell me more about my eyes,

    oh, the eyes you were born with, or the eyes you adorned with,

    the eyes you scorn with, or the eyes you warn with,

    real rap, I don't take kindly to threats,

    if so, you gotta know, all bets are off,

    I'm sweet but not soft, if a chick hold a gun,

    that shyt can go off, leave my beastie,

    absentee, my gentility, squishy, leave me singin' like Missy,

    nah, not D'ee, mess wit too many chicks that boil rabbits,

    them Fatal Attractions make for bad habits, for real

     

    MY LADIES, MY LADIES,

    YOU CAN DRIP, WHEN I FLIP THIS RIP,

    OR

    YOU CAN EXPLORE D'EE APPEAL,

    FOR REAL, AND COME BACK FOR MORE,

    AND

    IF YOU WANT A MAN, WHO LICK YA GOODIES

    IN SECRECY, DON'T TALK ABOUT YA SHYTTY,

    COME TO PHILLY, OR FLY TO PHILLY AND COME,

    EITHER OR EYE-THER ONE

     

    Good guys finish first, first to be in a hearse,

    worrying about who ya lady fuckin, or who dyck you suckin,

    when you kiss her, don't know what's worse,

    playa's always end up gettin' played,

    average cat shoot, what 5 times in 24 max,

    a woman can get layed all day, that's a fact,

    not calling femmes out like that,

    just sayin when a penis go flat, Venus can still react,

    so really men are in indentured servitude,

    to a lady's mood, serve your time, you get yo shyt off,

    with time accrued, but if you ain't being a good boy,

    she can be coy, make you go from being Brandon Roy,

    to Randy Foye, from star to scrub, when she snub ya nub,

    leave ya with no pretty azz to rub, just yo gassy belly

    after a grub,

    let that fart out nigga, she ain't comin over anyway,

    just make sure you know which hands you eat and scratch wit, nah mean

     

    I ain't perfect, but fuck it who is,

    but one thing a lady can count on is, I keeps my bizz,

    till I'm ashes, batting eye lashes, don't faze me,

    yo, stop lookin at me, when you doin' me, lady are you crazy,

    that's a prime rib, that's drippin on your bib,

    don't want to feel a gash and hear, oops I slid,

    sorry D'ee, look what I done did,

    ain't tryin to be bossin', but my shyt is Steve Austin,

    6 milion dollas at least, with interest, I heard you was a temptress,

    but you can't tempt this, I meant it, when I said it,

    I'M A GROWN AZZ MAN, rock a rhyme like Rembrandt,

    leave pizz ants with pissy rants, scurryin'

    hurryin' to bite my style,

    so don't bite my Snickers and we can chill for a while,

    but remember, turn about is fair play,

    hear what I say, your poo-nah-nee,

    got SEN-SA-TIV-ITY too, don't miscontrue,

    I will tame that damn shrew, rip dat lip,

    leave you spazzin' like you sick with bird flu,

    THE BIRD BIRD BIRD, THE BIRD IS THE WORD,

    LOVE 2 LOVE YAAAA!!!

    HA..HA..I'm out Ma

     

    MY LADIES, MY LADIES,

    YOU CAN DRIP, WHEN I FLIP THIS RIP,

    OR

    YOU CAN EXPLORE D'EE APPEAL,

    FOR REAL, AND COME BACK FOR MORE,

    AND

    IF YOU WANT A MAN, WHO LICK YA GOODIES,

    IN SECRECY, DON'T TALK ABOUT YA SHYTTY,

    COME TO PHILLY, OR FLY TO PHILLY AND COME,

    EITHER OR EYE-THER ONE

     

     

     

     

     

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