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letra de fn mirror - mel v

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[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

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