A Boogie Wit da Hoodie - Man In the Mirror (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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A Boogie Wit da Hoodie - Man In the Mirror (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
Huh, she whisperin' all in my ear
I'm thinkin' 'bout what I should wear
Any appearance, I'm pullin' up fly
Even if it's no cameras there
I don't own a Benz, I swear
'Raris and Lambs I swear
My life is a movie, my
wrist is a chandelier
If I give my Benz up and a mansion
Livin' like I'm the prince of Belair
Do not come over here lookin'
for love anymore
'Cause that shit don't belong in here
You told me "Go to hell" 'cause
I was drivin' you crazy
Bitch, I would drive you here
Why would I need a stylist to
pick out an outfit for me?
I got mad gear
Yeah, stackin' up money
like Jenga and Legos
I sing, but I came with
a Glock and a draco
Back of the crib, look
like mini Barbados
Losin' my friends everyday,
I'm okay though
It's been that way ever
since I got famous
We go back like two fans in a Maybach
Money got niggas thinkin' I changed
Oh, you makin' this so complicated
I can buy you a new ass, just say that
Birkins and Tiffany bags, okay then
Still got bitches that
owe me some favours
Know a young nigga got racks, baby
Diamonds gold blue, like
the Mavs, okay then
They can't make my sauce,
I got too much flavour
No overexaggeratin'
Come for them bands, I was flippin'
your bitch in the air
Fifty on the veneers, could've bought
like a hundred Monclers
I can't even speak, the thirties
be helpin' me concentrate
She don't want it back
In the back of my mind, I'm like
"What if the condom break?"
I look at the man in the mirror,
he was wearin' a hoodie
I look at my shirt and that's not
what I'm wearin', it's scary
Got a beach full of sand
I drive in the city like
Fast and The Furious
With a tank in the Urus
It already went up in
this thirty, I swear
If I see an opp, then I put
that on brother, I'm air
Mm, used to wear Michael Kors
Now I got porcelain floors,
she told me "It's your"
It's just me and your baby girl,
she was rockin' my world
VVSs and pearls, keep me up
'til she eurl (Mm-hm)
Feelin' like I'm the prince of Belair
Please don't knock on my door
lookin' for love anymore
'Cause it don't belong in here
You told me to "Go to hell" okay,
I would drive you here
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