| Riding on mirrors
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| Help them sucka ass niggas see it clearer
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| See yourself, watch us get richer
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| Me and my nigga DZA, riding on mirrors
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| Hundred for a yacht
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| Smoking out the state room, make room for a nigga
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| Bigger than the block, feds taking pictures
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| Inquisitive, interested in how I make my living
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| From this balling and chilling, penciling pen pimping
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| Two of my bottom bitches, write the rhymes
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| Write my name on the Checks that I sign
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| It’s roll up time, windex the windows in my mind
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| And let the ones who understand see what’s going on inside
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| Only share with those, worth they weight in gold
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| Gotta be in the know to really know though
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| You know my bitch eyes slanted, Yoko
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| Lennon Andretti, highed up, peace signs in my photos
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| Headrest bearing the family crest
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| Baby girl, you clearly rocking with the best
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| Eulogize when I ride for I’m fresh to death
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| Jet Lifing on these bitches like I’m 'posed ta
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| Rugby bandana wrap my head up like the Hulkster
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| And I ain’t banging though, unless I’m banging hoes
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| Bitches suck and swallow like they tryna find the antidote
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| Niggas be fronting, acting mad for real
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| 'Til you slide they main squeeze, have them mad for real
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| Weak bladders, I be pissing them off
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| Cause payback is more of a bitch when your bitch is involved
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| Classic 'Lo on my '97 Pennys, this my vintage fit
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| Think Christmas, I be tree lit up, no Rockefeller Center shit
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| This fucking hash tasting sweeter than some cinnasticks
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| Have you fidgeting then put you out real sinister
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| More onions, I need more hundreds
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| Posers don’t want it, they Malibu’s Most Wanted
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| We all know you ain’t really that guy
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| You don’t even be inhaling, you be faking the high
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| Riiiiiight |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mirrors , by - Curren$y. Song from the album Cigarette Boats, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп