[Intro - Yo Gotti] 6 in the morning, I’m gonna call Wale Tell J. Cole meet us down in the A And bring Wiz Khalifa cause the green look pure We some real niggas We just looking in the mirror
[Hook] I'm on fire, whole hood blazing Hustle game incredible, ice game amazing Look in the mirror, look in the mirror Look in the mirror, look in the mirror Look's like a chandelier, look in the mirror Eyes super clear, you looking in the mirror Who you heard see when you look in the mirror? If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror
[Verse 1 - Wale] D.C. all up in this bitch Bout time I got my respect And now these hoes are on my line Like Sally Mae on college debt Gotti here, I’m in this shit Here's your nigga, come hear this year I bet you hear that white music But I don’t mean Top 40 hits Talk to the mirror And I don’t need a cure And when I’m done with this muthafucker You’ll need an urn Shopping I’ll be in Paris Plottin' don’t even worry You walk in my closet your favorite stylist will be emburrsed You out where, we don't ever see ya My niggas out here, they spot me like Chippy D And I’m probably smoking reefer til I got that emphysema How else can I emphasize I’ll only let the mirror see ya
[Yo Gotti] It go microphone check, one, two, yola Two chains, two guns, he bipolar Two baby mamas, 3 kids, two Rovers That's too many problems, too late to think over The cars off the showroom, the clothes off the mannequin Hoes out the centerfold, I be going in at em One bitch from Howard, another bitch from Grambling College girl going wild, we gonna need a camera man Bird talk feather man, Louie jacket leatherman Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant Man in the mirror, I can’t get my shot again My bitch like a coke bottle, your bitch like a Pepsi can
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[J. Cole] Mirror mirror on the wall Bitch, I was born to ball While you took the summer off my money did a somersault Backflips, cartwheels, Carolina Tar Heel Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field Magneto, blew up like a torpedo The view from my condo make hoes say "neato!" Game strong like the arm on Marino I stack Cheetos and Doritos like casinos Fresh to death like I’m buried in a tuxedo At times I look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego I say it’s your World, Cole World to be exact With a flow that’s so thorough, no sir you can’t re-enact
[Wiz Khalifa] 150 on my chain Balling, but it’s not a game High: that's why they call us planes All the bitches know my name I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again And my niggas all the same Now that's what you call a game Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame Wanna dump a nigga, fuck a nigga with a lot of fame Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame Try doing what you doing but it’s out of range Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim Don’t know bout you but I see a real nigga When I’m looking in the mirror With some diamonds in my ear muthafuckerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
