Yo Gotti

Yo Gotti - Look In The Mirror (Remix) lyrics

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[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


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


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

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


[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


[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


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