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Yo Gotti( Mario Mims )
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Look In Da Mirror Remix
Lyricist:Mario Giden, Dwayne Richardson, Demetrius Stewart
Six in the mornin' I'ma call Wale Tell J. Cole to meet us down in the A And bring Wiz Khalifa 'cause the green look pure We some real niggas, we just lookin' in the mirror
I'm on fire, whole hood blazin' Hustle game incredible, ice game amazin' Look in the mirror, look in the mirror Look in the mirror, look in the mirror
Look like a chandelier, look in the mirror Ice super clear, you lookin' in the mirror Who you heard see, when you look in the mirror If you a real nigga you lookin' in the mirror
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 deck Gotti here I'm in this shit, hey J. Cole come here this shit 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 It'll need a urn shoppin' I'll be in Paris You plottin', don't even worry You walk in my closet your favorite style is some beaten birds
You out where? We don't ever see ya My niggas out here they spot me like Chippy D. And I'm probably smokin' reefer till I got that emphysema How else can I emphasise I'll only let the mirror see ya
It go microphone check, one, two, yola Two chains, two guns, he bipolar Two baby mama's, three kids, two Rovers That's too many problems, too late to think over
The cars off the showroom, clothes off the mannequin Hoes off the centerfold, I be going ham at ten One bitch from Howard, another bitch from Grambling College girl goin' wild and Gotti be the camera man
Bird talk feather man, Louis jacket, leatherman Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant Man in the mirror if I can't get my shot again My bitch like a Coke bottle, yo' bitch like a Pepsi can
I'm on fire, whole hood blazin' Hustle game incredible, ice game amazin' Look in the mirror, look in the mirror Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Look in the mirror, look in the mirror
Look like a chandelier, look in the mirror Ice super clear, you lookin' in the mirror Who you heard see, when you look in the mirror? If you a real nigga you lookin' in the mirror
Mirror, mirror on the wall, bitch I was born to ball While y'all took the summer off, my money did a somersault Backflips, cartwheels, Carolina Tar Heel Ain't no nigga touchin' my style it got a forcefield
Magneto, blew up like a torpedo The view from my condo be makin' 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 fuckin' ego I say it's yo' world, Cole World to be exact With a flow that's so thorough No sir, you can't reenact, nigga
Hundred fifty on my chain, ballin' 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 choose and they excuses my new car's to blame Wanna dump her nigga, fuck a nigga, with a lot of fame Don't want nothing from a nigga he all kinds of lame
Try doin' what I'm doin' but it's out of range Niggas takin' shots, don't know how to aim Don't know 'bout you but I see a real nigga When I'm lookin' in the mirror with some diamonds in my ear Motherfucker
I'm on fire, whole hood blazin' Hustle game incredible, ice game amazin' Look in the mirror, look in the mirror Look in the mirror, look in the mirror
Look like a chandelier, look in the mirror Ice super clear, you lookin' in the mirror Who you heard see, when you look in the mirror? If you a real nigga you lookin' in the mirror
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