Mirror
Tyga
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Ooh 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 Bitch I think I'm pac Gold hair and bow (ahhh) Lambo, Ralph 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, bitch you'll understand I'm holding my balls Lettin them know I'm the man The realer I get (the realer I get) The better 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 shack just in case In the party if you pop off See it's there, baby take yo top off Man you niggas, man you niggas F*ck yo knockoffs I keep my girl Louis Vuitton with some goyard Damn they real, order them all 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 nigga Jazz Bitch it's rainin, duffel 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 bitch Guess you know it's Young Money in this bitch Tyga Tyga Gudda Gudda we in this bitch Tyga Tyga Gudda Gudda yea he in this bitch [Gudda Gudda:] Bitch I'm on fire Young Money rida' Let the tool off for my nigga 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, bitch, top dog Lay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack Then the bitch get lock jaw We on top like toupes Hat to the back, with 2 braids Weezy out in 2 days Young Money (Thursday) We about to act up Money I'm a stack up Crack my safe burn 100 stacks, and then I'm a crack up I'm hittin' like a Mack truck Gun make a bitch nigga back up Stacks on deck Hit a nigga on the neck And the bitch nigga don't get back up Young Gudda times 2, that the name, hoe Got a pot of gold like the end of the rainbow You ain't a ballin' nigga what the f*ck you came for Oh you here with yo main hoe I'm leaving with that same hoe Gudda Startin' to smell like money in this bitch Guess you know it's Young Money in this bitch Tyga Tyga Gudda Gudda we in this bitch Tyga Tyga Gudda Gudda yea he in this bitch
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Written by: ADAM M. GIBBS, BOBBY MARCEL WILSON, LUKE AUSTIN, MICHAEL A. CHESSER, RYAN DAVID HIRT
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
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