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fn mirror - mel v lyrics

[intro]
(man, whole lot of glocks and switches with you)
brr, brr, chapo
brr*rr*rr, hol’ on, turn me up (what, what)
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (baow, baow, baow, baow)
turn me up (b*tch, turn me up, b*tch)

hot pockets filled with dead n*ggas, i like bags, cash, scrimmah
i get racks like i get n*ggas, don’t get no f*cks, not even a little
b*tch, you a hoe tryna move like a k!ller
muggin’ this sh*t with that dirty*ass denim
watchin’ this sh*t but i don’t really feel ’em
lockin’ l*gun, b*tch, i’m ready to drill ’em
look in the mirror, you see a f*cked n*gga
and ’cause you a f*cked n*gga, i don’t f*ck with ya
h*ll with the ass, b*tton on the glock
turn the hoe to a switcher (yeah)
b*tch, you is dusty, you pitiful
my pockets swollen, that sh*t need some benadryl
so many rocks on me plentiful
don’t f*ck with n*ggas likе i am as*xual, ugh (b*tch)
but*but these hands got both ways, call it bi hoе
my n*ggas get to spinning sh*t just like a cyclone
he wanna f*ck with me but he look like he bite hoes
she talking sh*t ’bout me, this b*tch built like a cypher
bit*b*tch is h*lla wack, hoofty b*tch on my f*cking lap
look at them dirty*ass opps over there
they don’t do sh*t but my f*cking stack
they don’t do sh*t, but i’ma f*ckin’ watch
i’m in the car and i got a g*lock
broke*ass hoe, go get you a stock
hating on me but you need to just what?

hating on me like you need to just stop it
b*tch, i get fly and these hoes like a c*ckpit
headline show, see me in a mosh pit
i came from nothing, so b*tch, i’ma pop it
off of her racks, just to go shopping
i got that key to the street like a locksmith
i got that key to the street like lucci
i can’t love a hoe, gotta lock up my coochie
b*tch i’m a badass, b*tch, i get bussy

get to that pack, it’s for real
lose leash, show the whole bad in a clutch, i went b00bies
walk in that b*tch and my purse got a zooli
walk on that b*tch and her f*ckin’ tw*t
head up on a hoe ’cause these n*ggas be poppin’
n*ggas ain’t me, you pathetic and hurtin’
i heard your new type, that sh*t really dirt
[outro]
b*tch, chapo
huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
uh

- mel v lyrics

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