Mirror
Ladies and gentlemen,I present to you
The song of the year right here
Give it a listen, Mirror
Looking in the mirror I just see a fake nigga
Looking in the mirror but my vision could clearer
I was sipping on that liquor last night
Fucking up my liver yeah nigga that's right
I been searching for some happiness popping all them bottles
If you get some money maybe you can fuck some models
Maybe that's the only way to solving all your problems
Maybe that's the only way you get to use them condoms in your drawers
Fighting all these demons in my head it's war
Crying in my sleep like please no more
Screaming fuck the world go hard go raw
Making all these songs but these niggas want more
Tryna get a chain but nigga I'm poor
Shitting on these rappers yeah nigga I'm sure
Have you seen the typa shit I be making on daily
Shit so fresh it be looking like a baby
Making all these songs like please will you pay me
Get a fucking knight cause you bitches can't slay me
I'm a dragon in this bitch I be spitting hot fire
Millions in my bank only thing I de-sire
Bitch I'm not hot now my pants on fire
Lyre Lyre like I'm playing on some strings
Kicked me out the choir cause a nigga can't sing
Fucking with some angels now a nigga got wings
What you want from a nigga?
Money,Pussy,Power
What you want from a nigga?
Money,Pussy,Power
What you want from a nigga?
Money,Pussy,Power
What you want from a nigga?
Money,Pussy,Power
Fuck yall nigga's be talking about?
Niggas going crazy tryna get to the clout
Niggas making heat tryna burn up your house
Mike Tyson in this bitch I might hit on your spouse
I might shit on your couch
I might shit in your mouth :)
He's a lonely boy ain't no helping him out
Ain't no bitches on his dick he's just stuck in a drought
But he's tryna be a rapper he can make it no doubt
So he better put the work in
Give it all he got but it really don't be working
Prolly chasing ghosts but he's demons are in person
But no stopping writing verses
We just cherish all the curses
Cause its deeper than the surface
If you look behind the curtains
Way too dark somebody open up the curtains
If you look into my soul you gon' see a nigga naked
Prolly sacrifice a virgin just to make it
All up in the kitchen I be cooking I be baking (woah)
Cooking I be baking
All up in the kitchen I be cooking I be baking (uh huh)
Cooking I be baking
All up in the kitchen I be cooking I be baking (uh huh)
Cooking I be baking
All up in the kitchen I be cooking I be baking (uh huh)
What you talking about?
Shut the fuck up what you talking about?
The song of the year right here
Give it a listen, Mirror
Looking in the mirror I just see a fake nigga
Looking in the mirror but my vision could clearer
I was sipping on that liquor last night
Fucking up my liver yeah nigga that's right
I been searching for some happiness popping all them bottles
If you get some money maybe you can fuck some models
Maybe that's the only way to solving all your problems
Maybe that's the only way you get to use them condoms in your drawers
Fighting all these demons in my head it's war
Crying in my sleep like please no more
Screaming fuck the world go hard go raw
Making all these songs but these niggas want more
Tryna get a chain but nigga I'm poor
Shitting on these rappers yeah nigga I'm sure
Have you seen the typa shit I be making on daily
Shit so fresh it be looking like a baby
Making all these songs like please will you pay me
Get a fucking knight cause you bitches can't slay me
I'm a dragon in this bitch I be spitting hot fire
Millions in my bank only thing I de-sire
Bitch I'm not hot now my pants on fire
Lyre Lyre like I'm playing on some strings
Kicked me out the choir cause a nigga can't sing
Fucking with some angels now a nigga got wings
What you want from a nigga?
Money,Pussy,Power
What you want from a nigga?
Money,Pussy,Power
What you want from a nigga?
Money,Pussy,Power
What you want from a nigga?
Money,Pussy,Power
Fuck yall nigga's be talking about?
Niggas going crazy tryna get to the clout
Niggas making heat tryna burn up your house
Mike Tyson in this bitch I might hit on your spouse
I might shit on your couch
I might shit in your mouth :)
He's a lonely boy ain't no helping him out
Ain't no bitches on his dick he's just stuck in a drought
But he's tryna be a rapper he can make it no doubt
So he better put the work in
Give it all he got but it really don't be working
Prolly chasing ghosts but he's demons are in person
But no stopping writing verses
We just cherish all the curses
Cause its deeper than the surface
If you look behind the curtains
Way too dark somebody open up the curtains
If you look into my soul you gon' see a nigga naked
Prolly sacrifice a virgin just to make it
All up in the kitchen I be cooking I be baking (woah)
Cooking I be baking
All up in the kitchen I be cooking I be baking (uh huh)
Cooking I be baking
All up in the kitchen I be cooking I be baking (uh huh)
Cooking I be baking
All up in the kitchen I be cooking I be baking (uh huh)
What you talking about?
Shut the fuck up what you talking about?
Credits
Writer(s): Farai Nigel Nyandowe
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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