Touche
When I look into the mirror, I see a king
Ayy, she don't talk much, but I can make her sing
When I look into the mirror, I see a king
Shawty from Toronto, yeah, that's my ting
Ayy, she don't talk much, but I can make her sing
I put Chanel on her, it's not her thing
I feel like Saturn, I got rings
I feel like these niggas switching up, every time I blink
But I ain't stressed, I ain't worried bout a thing
But I ain't stressed, I ain't worried bout a thing
They say I'm crazy and they so right
I been up all day, I been up all night
I never asked for no limelight
But these cameras flashing in my eyes
Yeah, that's why I got Chanel shades
I got six figures, never had a good grade
Can't trust a soul, yeah, no that sound cliché
He say he want racks, yeah, touché
Take stars out the sky, then I put 'em in a roof
Live larger than life, it don't mean shit without you
When the day turns night, that's when I come to life
Don't have a heart anymore, 'cause I put it in the mic
When I look into the mirror, I see a king
Yeah, she from Toronto, yeah, that's my ting
When I look into the mirror, I see a king
Shawty from Toronto, yeah, that's my ting
Ayy, she don't talk much, but I can make her sing
I put Chanel on her, it's not her thing
I feel like Saturn, I got rings
It feel like these niggas switching up, every time I blink
But I ain't stressed, I ain't worried bout a thing
But I ain't stressed, I ain't worried bout a thing
Ayy, she don't talk much, but I can make her sing
When I look into the mirror, I see a king
Shawty from Toronto, yeah, that's my ting
Ayy, she don't talk much, but I can make her sing
I put Chanel on her, it's not her thing
I feel like Saturn, I got rings
I feel like these niggas switching up, every time I blink
But I ain't stressed, I ain't worried bout a thing
But I ain't stressed, I ain't worried bout a thing
They say I'm crazy and they so right
I been up all day, I been up all night
I never asked for no limelight
But these cameras flashing in my eyes
Yeah, that's why I got Chanel shades
I got six figures, never had a good grade
Can't trust a soul, yeah, no that sound cliché
He say he want racks, yeah, touché
Take stars out the sky, then I put 'em in a roof
Live larger than life, it don't mean shit without you
When the day turns night, that's when I come to life
Don't have a heart anymore, 'cause I put it in the mic
When I look into the mirror, I see a king
Yeah, she from Toronto, yeah, that's my ting
When I look into the mirror, I see a king
Shawty from Toronto, yeah, that's my ting
Ayy, she don't talk much, but I can make her sing
I put Chanel on her, it's not her thing
I feel like Saturn, I got rings
It feel like these niggas switching up, every time I blink
But I ain't stressed, I ain't worried bout a thing
But I ain't stressed, I ain't worried bout a thing
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Writer(s): Jazz Butler
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