Testo Look in da mirror Yo Gotti

Look in da mirror

[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]
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