Mirror lyrics

by

Juicy J


[Tyga]:
Ooh look in the mirror
I see a f-cken star
Got your momma screaming
Ohh look in the mirror
I see a f-cken star
Got your momma screaming
For me, like I'm ElDebarge
Lookin at my skin
All green scars
b*tch I think I'm pac
Gold hair and bow (ahhh)
Let my Ralphs sag
Poppin purple tags
Show my face for cash
I'm a need a mask
For the love of money, I'll never love again
When you start to get it, b*tch you'll understand
I'm holding my balls
Lettin them know I'm the man
The realer I get (the realer I get)
The faker they shakin' my hand
Medicine man
Sick of these roll
Playas stealin' my slang
Beast mode, K Perkins
In the muthaf-cken (muthaf-cken)
Brought my shank just in case
In the party if you pop off
See you starin, baby take yo top off
Man you n*ggas, man you n*ggas
f*ck yo knockoffs
I keep my girl Louis Vuitton with some goyard
That ain't real Audermar
That's an auto-fraud
Almost bought one, they told me 60 thou
I took my cash, spend it round town like Taz
Last king, young CEO, my n*gga Jazz
b*tch it's rainin, duffle bag
It's opportune, let's make it fast
You goin' let it drip a little
Then I'm a make it splash
Box it in a doggy bag
I be hungry, later man
Man, I'm a f-cken king
Look what's on my f-cken chest
Startin' to smell like money in this b*tch
Guess you know it's Young Money in this b*tch
Tyga Tyga Gudda Gudda we in this b*tch
Tyga Tyga Gudda Gudda yea he in this b*tch

[Gudda Gudda:]
b*tch I'm on fire
Young Money rida'
Let the tool off for my n*gga Tyga Tyga
Give em hell with the written spittin hot sauce
Treat your head like a fake purse, get knocked off
The coupe I take the top off
Woof, b*tch, top dog
Lay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack
Then the b*tch get lock jaw
We on top like toupes
Hat to the back, with 2 braids
Weezy out in 2 days
Young Money (Dooms day)
We about to act up
Money I'm a stack up
Crack my safe burn 100 stacks, and then I crack up
I'm hittin' like a Mack truck
Gun make a b*tch n*gga back up
Stacks on deck
Hit a n*gga on the neck
And the b*tch n*gga don't get back up
Young Gudda times 2, that the name, ho
Got a pot of gold like the end of the rainbow
You ain't a ballin' n*gga what the f*ck you came for
Oh you here with yo main ho
I'm leaving with that same ho
Gudda
Startin' to smell like money in this b*tch
Guess you know it's Young Money in this b*tch
Tyga Tyga Gudda Gudda we in this b*tch
Tyga Tyga Gudda Gudda yea he in this b*tch
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