Mirror Mirror Lyrics & Tabs by Skyzoo & 9th Wonder
Mirror Mirror
guitar chords lyrics
I figured before we close the curtains for the night we end it off like this
Mirror mirror hanging on the wizzo
These muthafuckas got no heart at izzo
Copy cating a dude cuz they don't want a fizzo
Flattered by your bitting but get off ma bizzos
Yo! am as cocky as they come
In every way possible
Am like rocky on the drums
Built I got a fetish for quiet bitches who get sloppy with the tongue
Hard flows and cold charms
I train in December speed y'all through snow storms
The game weak I fall asleep in the fast lane
Turning everybody mix tape into ash tray
There's too many that's not worth the time
I would name y'all but why fame y'all
Turning everybody mix tape into ash tray
There's too many that's not worth the time
I would name y'all but why fame y'all
Am New York in the flesh the rest of y'all just talk of death I live it
So why I ain't hearing what your man's be yelling
Talkin' an indictment shit you can't even spell it
Dude you ain't sellin no gram stop saying you pushing
Your heart made of pudding
Real talk there's too many of y'all talking too greasy
So for me y'all making these too easy
Fresh out the box like Japanese kicks
Enough to get your light bill paid
And fix your jeep with
When S.K and leak shit
Inspiring your bitch to make sky to want to creep with
Homey don't get offended it's a part of how am living
The god is like a star when he park in front of the building
In the drop with your broad
And I'm the favorite topic of your discussion
I'm literally in and out of a job
I've been in one for a lil' while
So fuck if you got a 16 with a lot of style
Fresh tape up evisu jeans and pradas
But please don't get it twisted
I got some dudes behind me that they get offended
And they define grimey when they get horrendous
From the bottom of they feet where they finger tipsys
Mayne you stay in your lane and do what you do
My lane is like a buck 50 and better
Mirror mirror let me holla atchu
A lot of muthafuckas want to copy the dude
Am flattered and all that
But I ain't really feelin it
And amma change ma tone unless you put and end to it quick
You you you know my name right
With Mr. 9th wonderful tunes
The automatic press rewind shit
Twelve joints in three days
Imagine if we had three months yeah!
Yo! 9th ready to tart part two
