Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Man in the Mirror, artist - A Boogie Wit da Hoodie. Date of issue: 09.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Man in the Mirror |
| Got it on Smash |
| OG Parker |
| Huh, she whisperin' all in my ear |
| I’m thinkin' 'bout what I should wear |
| And meet her parents, 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 men in 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 |
| 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, got like a hundred K mouth |
| 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?» |
| Huh, she whisperin' all in my ear |
| I’m thinkin' 'bout what I should wear |
| And meet her parents, 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 |
| I look at the man in the mirror, he was wearin' a hoodie |
| I look at 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 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) |
| 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 |
| Huh, she whisperin' all in my ear |
| I’m thinkin' 'bout what I should wear |
| And meet her parents, 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 |
| 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 |
| I got mad gear |