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lirik lagu mirror – tyga

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
b-tch 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, b-tch you’ll understand
i’m holding my b-lls
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 m-th-f-cken (m-th-f-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 n-gg-s, man you n-gg-s
f-ck yo knockoffs
i keep my girl louis vuitton with some goyard
d-mn 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 n-gg- jazz
b-tch 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 b-tch
guess you know it’s young money in this b-tch
tyga tyga gudda gudda we in this b-tch
tyga tyga gudda gudda yea he in this b-tch

[gudda gudda:]
b-tch i’m on fire
young money rida’
let the tool off for my n-gg- tyga tyga
give em h-ll with the written spittin hot sauce
treat your head like a fake purse, get knocked off
the coupe i take the top off
woof, b-tch, top dog
lay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack
then the b-tch 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 b-tch n-gg- back up
stacks on deck
hit a n-gg- on the neck
and the b-tch n-gg- 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’ n-gg- 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 b-tch
guess you know it’s young money in this b-tch
tyga tyga gudda gudda we in this b-tch
tyga tyga gudda gudda yea he in this b-tch

- tyga

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