Mirror Ona Wall
Who you think you are, ignoring my calls
And you wonder, why, I got more ho's than Santa clause
Uhn Uhn Uhn
And you wonder, why, I got more ho's than Santa clause
Who you think you are, ignoring my calls
I can get any girl I want
Push me to my limit and I'm gone
Who you think you are, ignoring my texts and my calls
And you wonder, why, I got more ho's than Santa clause
I thought I was immature, til you showed your flaws
The louder you yell, don't mean your right, when your wrong
I'm not, one of these young thugs, so pick up the phone
Why you lettin', your pride all in the way
When we can perm this situation, by comin' straight
Shame how you hella conceded, to be a eight
It's plenty fish in the sea for me, use my all bait
Then waste time, with a boushie bitch, that won't even cooperate
Nowadays, you good for nothing, but to, frustrate
What's understood don't gotta be explain
Understand Ima stunna
Put some respect, on my name
Instead of the dirt
Fuck you tryna gain
Bitch I know my worth
I can pull any hoe on this earth
Without using my game
So you better come correct
Or else, I'm moving on to the next
Yayy yay, Woahhh, Yayy yay, Woa woah
Mirror mirror on the wall (What what)
Who's the most cocky of all (Her, her)
She thinks her appearance, put her on top of the shelf (Yeah)
She don't care about nobody else
Unless it's herself (Yeah)
I don't stress ova, what's not mines, but was just my turn
Momma was right, play with fire, you, bound to get burned
Agree to disagree, but to me, it was a lesson learned
It's been a couple of months
Now this bitch has returned
This time worst than before
But I was cold as the snow
See she a firecracker, one spark can make her explode
So then I told, the bitch, to slow her road
Cause the situation was old
She got bold
Making accusations, bout me being broke
She must be a comedian
Cause she stay with the jokes guess this what I get
For messin' with, a stuck up bitch, that don't care about shit
Unless, it's what she got on
Fuck it
This exactly what happen
When you give a girl, to many compliments
They start buggin out, and shit
Feeling themselves like a itch
Actin over confident
Like the last bell, you been dismissed
Im done wastin my time, with another conceded bitch shit
Yayy yay, Woahhh, Yayy yay, Woa woah
Mirror mirror on the wall (What what)
Who's the most cocky of all (Her, her)
She thinks her appearance, put her on top of the shelf (Yeah)
She don't care about nobody else
Unless it's herself (Yeah)
And you wonder, why, I got more ho's than Santa clause
Uhn Uhn Uhn
And you wonder, why, I got more ho's than Santa clause
Who you think you are, ignoring my calls
I can get any girl I want
Push me to my limit and I'm gone
Who you think you are, ignoring my texts and my calls
And you wonder, why, I got more ho's than Santa clause
I thought I was immature, til you showed your flaws
The louder you yell, don't mean your right, when your wrong
I'm not, one of these young thugs, so pick up the phone
Why you lettin', your pride all in the way
When we can perm this situation, by comin' straight
Shame how you hella conceded, to be a eight
It's plenty fish in the sea for me, use my all bait
Then waste time, with a boushie bitch, that won't even cooperate
Nowadays, you good for nothing, but to, frustrate
What's understood don't gotta be explain
Understand Ima stunna
Put some respect, on my name
Instead of the dirt
Fuck you tryna gain
Bitch I know my worth
I can pull any hoe on this earth
Without using my game
So you better come correct
Or else, I'm moving on to the next
Yayy yay, Woahhh, Yayy yay, Woa woah
Mirror mirror on the wall (What what)
Who's the most cocky of all (Her, her)
She thinks her appearance, put her on top of the shelf (Yeah)
She don't care about nobody else
Unless it's herself (Yeah)
I don't stress ova, what's not mines, but was just my turn
Momma was right, play with fire, you, bound to get burned
Agree to disagree, but to me, it was a lesson learned
It's been a couple of months
Now this bitch has returned
This time worst than before
But I was cold as the snow
See she a firecracker, one spark can make her explode
So then I told, the bitch, to slow her road
Cause the situation was old
She got bold
Making accusations, bout me being broke
She must be a comedian
Cause she stay with the jokes guess this what I get
For messin' with, a stuck up bitch, that don't care about shit
Unless, it's what she got on
Fuck it
This exactly what happen
When you give a girl, to many compliments
They start buggin out, and shit
Feeling themselves like a itch
Actin over confident
Like the last bell, you been dismissed
Im done wastin my time, with another conceded bitch shit
Yayy yay, Woahhh, Yayy yay, Woa woah
Mirror mirror on the wall (What what)
Who's the most cocky of all (Her, her)
She thinks her appearance, put her on top of the shelf (Yeah)
She don't care about nobody else
Unless it's herself (Yeah)
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Writer(s): Cahjeem Williams
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