Текст песни Mirror - Chanelica , LT

I'm finna turn into this nigga belly dancer
I'm finna turn into this nigga belly dancer
I'm finna turn into this nigga belly dancer
I'm finna shake my hips like shakira
Move my hips, he get the big picture
I'm finna turn into this nigga belly dancer
I'm finna turn into this nigga belly dancer
Hips, hips, hips
I'm finna shake my hips like shakira
Hips, hips, hips
When i need me a friend, i just talk to my mirror

I don't give a fuck, like
Middle finger thrown up, like
He tryna come lay pipe, like
I don't finesse on sight, like
I don't pop out for the free
Gotta pay me a fee and that's just how i be, like
If you wanna fight we can fight, like
Might set ya mans up tonight, like
If you wanna fight, we can fight, but don't bring knives to fight
Send you up like a flight, like
Send homies to you for to strike like-
Alright, bro carry a strap like a dike
He wanna fuck me, it's warm and tight
I don't wanna fuck him, he womanly-like
I'm having a threesome with Mike and Ike
Don't play in my face
Bitch, i'll end ya life

I'm finna turn into this nigga belly dancer
HIPS!
I'm finna turn into this nigga belly dancer
HIPS!
I'm finna turn into this nigga belly dancer
HIPS!
I'm finna shake my hips like Shakira
When i need me a friend, i just talk to my mirror

Mob, Mob Gang
Gogo
Go
Go, go, go
You already know this shit ain't nothing man

I was a rookie, i only fuck with tookie
Miserable, all i thought 'bout was some money
Still goofy, all of them act like a doofus
Fuck 'em, pull out the glock, let it do 'em (Graa)
Can't stop what i'm doing
Niggas can't hang for fucking with me (Can't hang)
Niggas can't hang with a G
Can't get a pass for rumors, I'm a put you in a photo
Don't fuck with no hoes
Mob gang!
Stay with a gun,
My lil bruh stay with gas and the guns
This shit is not for fun
All of us gas and our sons
Nigga we already won
Derick, he stay with a gun
Can't fuck with my cousins, Nigga, we all above it
All of the opps gon' be running, Same on a Sunday
Passing for none of the shots, unless they got shot
Killing the man above us
Sending you home, sending you home to the top
Same on a Sunday
Passing for none of the shots, unless they got shot
Killing the man above us
Sending you home, sending you home to the top