Текст песни Mirror, Mirror On The Wall - Z-RO
Let
my
coedine
settle,
and
have
a
toast
one
time
Multiplications
on
my
digits,
come
up
over
some
time
3-57
in
my
spine,
they
can't
hold
me
like
Kobe
Bryant
Powered
up,
popping
tulips
and
clovers
and
stop
signs
Taylor
made,
Gucci
looking
like
a
million
bucks
Neck
full
of
gold
baggets,
and
trillion
cuts
I
reside
on
cuts,
cause
having
money
is
a
must
Give
me
the
issue
or
get
touched,
the
scuffling
up
Fuck
with
the
raw
like
a
cut,
cause
I
hit
too
hard
Radio
stations
don't
play,
cause
I
spit
too
hard
I
know
they
hate
me
everyday,
and
I
ain't
quit
so
far
But
if
you
cross
the
line,
AK
is
gone
hit
your
car
Mirror
mirror
on
the
wall,
who's
the
throwdest
of
them
all
Cause
you
know
my
name,
it's
Z-Ro
the
Crooked
Z-Ro
the
Mo
City
Don,
it
ain't
over
it
just
begun
Mirror
mirror
on
the
wall,
who's
the
throwdest
of
them
all
Cause
you
know
my
name,
it's
Z-Ro
represent
the
third
coast
Let
my
codeine
settle,
and
have
a
toast
I'm
a
guerilla
that's
after
the
scrilla,
I
cock
glocks
I'm
the
top
knotch,
body
armored
like
Shaq
done
blocked
shots
Dropping
cops
cause
they
crooked,
I'm
the
law
now
Posted
on
the
corner,
selling
raw
now
Looking
for
them
people,
keep
an
open
eye
And
if
I
see
the
jackers,
never
hesitate
I
gotta
open
fire
Active
like
a
live
wire,
retalliation
is
a
must
Rock
and
buy
these
bezzels,
and
then
I
bust
Geniva
watch,
telling
me
it's
time
to
ball
Get
in
the
line
till
I
make
it
to
the
front,
and
then
it's
time
to
fall
But
if
I
ever
fall
off,
just
fall
back
behind
the
scene
Take
seven,
catch
me
up
in
sitcoms
and
big
screens
Mirror
mirror
on
the
wall,
who's
the
throwdest
of
them
all
Cause
you
know
my
name,
it's
Z-Ro
the
Crooked
Z-Ro
the
Mo
City
Don,
it
ain't
over
it
just
begun
Mirror
mirror
on
the
wall,
who's
the
throwdest
of
them
all
Cause
you
know
my
name,
it's
Z-Ro
represent
the
third
coast
Let
my
codeine
settle,
and
have
a
toast
When
I
roll,
I
roll
one
deep
I
never
stop
wrecking,
these
H-Town
streets
And
ain't
nobody
holding
me
down
I'm
a
roll,
I'm
rolling
If
you
didn't
know
Southside
still
holding,
folding
Big
lemon
faces,
got
real
money
cause
I
catch
cases
Sipping
on
skeet
tastes,
and
I'ma
lean
in
private
or
public
places
Milicated
refreshness,
keep
my
mind
at
ease
Trying
to
reach
another
level,
keep
me
climbing
trees
Coming
smoke
out
my
nose,
bald
faded
minus
before
Keep
it
gangsta,
got
groupie
hoes
striking
a
pose
But
see
they
ain't
getting
chose,
or
catch
me
tipping
my
dob
I
need
a
independent
thug
chick,
launder
money
and
drug
shit
I'm
the
boss
hog,
ain't
nobody
hogging
me
over
harder
Soft
then
I'm
off,
in
the
funk
in
my
roller
Mirror
mirror
on
the
wall,
who's
the
throwdest
of
them
all
Cause
you
know
my
name,
it's
Z-Ro
the
Crooked
Z-Ro
the
Mo
City
Don,
it
ain't
over
it
just
begun
Mirror
mirror
on
the
wall,
who's
the
throwdest
of
them
all
Cause
you
know
my
name,
it's
Z-Ro
represent
the
third
coast
Let
my
codeine
settle,
and
have
a
toast
Mirror
mirror
on
the
wall,
who's
the
throwdest
of
them
all
Cause
you
know
my
name,
it's
Z-Ro
the
Crooked
Z-Ro
the
Mo
City
Don,
it
ain't
over
it
just
begun
Mirror
mirror
on
the
wall,
who's
the
throwdest
of
them
all
Cause
you
know
my
name,
it's
Z-Ro
represent
the
third
coast
Let
my
codeine
settle,
and
have
a
toast
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