Yo Gotti - Look In Da Mirror lyrics
rate me[Yo Gotti] 6 in the morning I’m gon call Wale tell J. Cole meet us down in the A and bring Wiz Khalifa cuz the green look pure we some real n-ggas we just lookin’ in the mirror [Chorus] Im on fire whole hood blazin hustle game incredible ice game amazing look in the mirror look in the mirror look in the mirror look in the mirror look like a chandeliers look in the mirror eyes super clear you lookin in the mirror who you heard see when you look in the mirror if you a real n-gga you lookin in the mirror [Wale] D.C. all up in this b-tch 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 sh-t (?) come here this year I bet you hear that white music but I don’t mean top 40 hits talk to the mirror but I don’t need a cure and when I’m done with this muthaf-cker you’ll need an Urn shopping I’ll be in Paris plotting don’t even worry you walk in my closet your favourite style is some beaten birds you out where? we dont ever see ya my n-ggas out here, they spot me like chippy D and I’m probably smoking reefer til I got that emphysema. how else can I emphasise 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 mama’s, three kids, two Rovers lyrics courtesy of www.killerhiphop.com thats too many problems, too late to think over the cars off the showroom, the clothes off the manikin hoes off the centrefold, I be going ham at 10 one b-tch from Howard, another b-tch from Grambling college girl going wild, it gotta be a camera man bird talk feather man, Louie jacket leatherman fresh to death that bullsh-t irrelevant man in the mirro I can’t get my shot again my b-tch like a coke bottle your b-tch like a pepsi can [Chorus] [J. Cole] Mirror mirror on the wall b-tch I was born to ball while you took the summer off my money did a somersault backflips, cartwheels, Carolina tarhill aint not n-gga touching my style it got a forcefield Magneto, blew up like a torpedo the view from my condo make hoes say neyo game strong like the arm on Marino I stack cheeto’s and dorito’s like casino’s fresh to death like I’m buried in a tuxedo at times I look in the mirror to boost my f-cking 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 n-gga [Wiz Khalifa] Hundred fifty on my chain ballin’ but it’s not a game high thats why they call us planes all the b-tches know my name I take em home f-ck her, get high and never call again and my n-ggas all the same now thats what you call a game hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne b-tches choose and they excuses my new car’s to blame wanna dump a n-gga f-ck a n-gga with a lot of fame don’t want nothing from a n-gga he all kinds of lame try doing what you doing but it’s out of range n-ggas taking shot’s, don’t know how to aim don’t know bout you but I see a real n-gga when I’m lookin in the mirror with some diamonds in my ear muthaf-cker [Chorus] [End]
