Lyrics Mirror Mirror on the Wall - Dylan That Bitch feat. RatchetRobbie

Mirror Mirror on the Wall, Who the flyest bitch of them all
Mirror said "You, you the King"
Oh yes Sir, step up in the Limousine
(Dylan) you really have your hands around they throats
Damn you really make them bitches choke
You make them them hoes look like a joke
Oh no, Cold like the snow
Got the needles I'm finna sew it
Put game back together bitches slowed it
Down to the ground
Pick it up, That's my crown
Rub my Feet
Up and Down
No respect
I don't back down
Oh shit! Look at that bitch
He fine and he rich
This my first song
Dylan That Bitch

Mirror I got one more question, Who the fuck is that bitch?
Teach them hoes a lesson

Mirror Mirror, Who's that Bitch?
"You, the competition can pick up sticks"
First of all it's no competition to begin with
If you ever thought that ho, it's a myth
Oh no I'm sorry I ain't mean to offend you
I got a few bars that I can lend you
Mirror Mirror told me that you had a issue
Come here I don't wanna fuckin' miss you, Imma diss you

Going hard, got em mad
Mirror on the wall
Told me that
Bitches gone always hate
Yea that's always
Bitch they is so late
Lalala them bitches shake
Mirror Mirror on the wall, I'm the baddest of them all
Mirror Mirror on the wall I watch them all fall

I'm fine let my bitch get into it
To show y'all bitches how to really kill a fuckin' verse
Eat bitch

Cinderella tried it, Belle was sighted
Snow White lied, and Ariel dyed it
Mirror Mirror on the wall, Fuck a basic bitch ball
I'm a Barbie, fuck a princess, yea I'm the Ken Doll
Walkin through the court by your side princess chicks
All mumbling and whispering they wanna catch a flick
Wondering how I look perfect in all my pics
I turn around and say
Try being plastic

Going hard, got em mad
Mirror on the wall
Told me that
Bitches gone always hate
Yea that's always
Bitch they is so late
Lalala them bitches shake
Mirror Mirror on the wall, I'm the baddest of them all
Mirror Mirror on the wall I watch them all fall

They stay watchin' me
I'm not even on television
Take my style run with it, roll it up Partition
Call me Yonce bitch cause y'all gone listen
I be cookin up hot shit not in a kitches
Hope you hoes know that I'm really on a mission
Gone get my bills paid yeah I'm not talking Clinton
I'm so pretty I'm so cute
Yea I'm a beautician
A boss ass bitch? I'm the definition

They best not be sleepin just like Tanisha
Bitches start tweaking, I might have to beat her
Gave you bitches trauma, and it start to refer
Dylan been hot, y'all been in the freezer
On the wall where she hang call her Mirror Mirror
Body like mascara I start to smear her smear her
HEE HEE
Micheal Jackson, Thriller
If you a magician make talent come up out the air
Oh you can't? Aw that's so unfair
Bitch we killed that song
Snatched you bitches Bald
Yea I call that Nair
Mirror Mirror
I'm so fair