Próximos conciertos de Boosie Badazz, Webbie, Lil Trill & Trill Family

Créditos

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Boosie Badazz
Boosie Badazz
Künstler:in
Mouse On tha Track
Mouse On tha Track
Künstler:in
Webbie
Webbie
Künstler:in
Trill Family
Trill Family
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jeremy Varnard Allen
Jeremy Varnard Allen
Komponist:in
Marcus Bennett
Marcus Bennett
Texte
Torence Hatch
Torence Hatch
Texte
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mouse On tha Track
Mouse On tha Track
Produzent:in
Chris Bellman
Chris Bellman
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
David West
David West
Mischtechniker:in
Jason Dillon
Jason Dillon
Aufnahmeingenieur:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I'm feelin' good
Rubbin on my head
Rubbin on my head
I’m feelin’ good
I’m rubbin on my head
Rubbin on my head
Rubbin on my head
[Verse 2]
I be all in the mirror, the mirror, the mirror, the mirror
The mirror, the mirror, the mirror
I be all in the mirror, the mirror, the mirror, the mirror
The mirror, the mirror, the mirror (Round two)
[Verse 3]
Well, it’s mouse on the track, once again, bitch, I’m back
And I’m worser than I was, ‘cause I been throwin’ back
I’m relaxed, matter fact, I just poured up a batch
And I made it thick and muddy, so I’m leanin’ to the max
Where's it at? That kush (Kush), that purp, them packs (Them packs)
I'm feelin' like a champ and I been rubbin' on my neck
I bob to the beat with the boom and the clap
If your girl bounce that ass, I’ma give that donk a tap
Money good, money good, a **** don’t lack
But I don’t drink it all, so you boppers better scat
I think it’s the swag is what got ‘em all attached
My demeanor so much meaner mane, I need the window black
I’ma dog, I’ma dog, and I want that pussy cat (That me)
You can’t do it how I do it, pull a rabbit out a hat
Now they mad, now they mad, no, they can’t handle that
Bitch, I’m feelin’ like a million, so you know I’m
[Verse 4]
Bitch, I'm feelin' good
I’m rubbin on my head
Rubbin on my head
Rubbin on my head
I’m feelin’ good
I’m rubbin on my head
Rubbin on my head
Rubbin on my head
[Verse 5]
I be all in the mirror, the mirror, the mirror, the mirror
The mirror, the mirror, the mirror
I be all in the mirror, the mirror, the mirror, the mirror
The mirror, the mirror, the mirror (Lil Trill)
[Verse 6]
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who can show ‘em how to ball?
Step off in my crib, my closet just like a local mall
Hold on, what them is? Put ‘em down, you ain’t seen them
Ain’t got no money, you can’t afford to clean them
Mane check ‘em out, I be all in the mirror
They be all in your face like they never seen a ****
I be fresh from head to feet, cleaner than baby feet
See my car got that dog, but it sounded like baby sleep
Check me out, I’m on a mission, subliminals pay attention
I got a lot of money, how much I ain’t gotta mention
I stay in the mirror, so teacher gave me detention
Got to rubbin’ on my head like mane, this dude trippin’
Left his card on the desk, like mane this dude slippin’
Got to rubbin’ on my stomach, we finna eat good pimpin’
Came back in the class, slipped his card on the desk
Got my mirror out my book sack, ‘ppreciate that Mr. S
[Verse 7]
Bitch, I'm feelin' good
I’m rubbin on my head
Rubbin on my head
Rubbin on my head
I'm feelin' good
I’m rubbin on my head
Rubbin on my head
Rubbin on my head
[Verse 8]
I be all in the mirror, the mirror, the mirror, the mirror
The mirror, the mirror, the mirror
I be all in the mirror, the mirror, the mirror, the mirror
The mirror, the mirror, the mirror
[Verse 9]
I’m feelin’ good, lookin’ at Lil Red (What up, Red?)
Hand in my pants and I’m rubbin on my head
Lookin’ in the mirror at this south side killer (Fuck 'em)
Rollin’ out three, so I see three of these ****
Got my pistol, my extendo, you know how Boosie roll
Used to be that Coogi, now I shop at Gucci stores
I be all in the mirror, throwin’ up my 4s
Loose as a goose, pourin’ liquor on these hoes
Me and my round Polo down, we be shinin’ in the mirror
Dimond ring, piece and chain, I’m Lil Ivy in the mirror
Half a million on my neck, this shit blind in the mirror
Left my bitch alone, now she cryin’ in the mirror
Me and Mouse like Kris Kross, doin' our thing since we was little
She can’t see the mirror, ‘cause her face in the pillow
Ask yourself, “Mirror, mirror on the wall, who the sickest of ‘em all?"
Finna go lay down, I shot the mirror, fuck ‘em all
[Verse 10]
Bitch, I'm feelin' good
I’m rubbin on my head
Rubbin on my head
Rubbin on my head
I'm feelin' good
I’m rubbin on my head
Rubbin on my head
Rubbin on my head
[Verse 11]
I be all in the mirror, the mirror, the mirror, the mirror
The mirror, the mirror, the mirror
I be all in the mirror, the mirror, the mirror, the mirror
The mirror, the mirror, the mirror
Written by: J. Allen, M. Bennett, T Hatch
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