Mirror, mirror on the wall, am I not the greatest
These niggas all be hating and these hoes be the fakest
Performing on stages, beat all of my cases
My bitch know that her head be fye, she say I be making faces
I'm balling like the Pacers, cop me a few acres
Running with that sack, running back, like the Raiders
Deposits I'm making, on a daily basis
Mirror, mirror on the wall, am I not the greatest
Mirror, mirror on the wall, am I not the greatest
We stepping on they necks and I know these niggas hate us
My cup darker than Vador, bitch you can't play a player
Like Baskin Robbins, I'm serving all these exotic flavors
Told that bitch I was gone make it, still she left me tho, left me broke
Mama had just kicked me out, I ain't have nowhere to go
We was all at cuzz crib, shacked up like a shelter folk
Swear to God when you sleeping in your car, that shit really hit home
We had to get on, get it on my own
Skipping class, kicking doors
Shout out to them real day ones who still with me though
Shout out to my plug who introduced me to that Lindsay Lo
And f*ck all them lying ass hoes, they still hit me though
I don't want to be your boyfriend
I don't want to be your husband
I don't want to be your sugar daddy
I don't want to be your best friend
Yeah she a trackstar, body like a Benz
Mirror, mirror on the wall, all I do is win
And she ride me like andele, ride me like andele
Slip and slide like a runaway, slip and slide like a runaway
Throw a hundred in the club, nigga I ain't come to play
Throw a hundred in the club, nigga I ain't come to play
Mirror, mirror on the wall, am I not the greatest
Die about my respect, give me mine or I'm a take it
Off this zaza wood, I'm high as hell, I ain't gone fake it
Dripped in all designer when I step out in the latest
Ball so hard on my haters, I swear they can't take it
I can shoot the three or the midrange, watch me fade it
I throw these racks up, she shake that ass then she rake it
Stunting on them hard cause they said that we wouldn't make it
Yeah bitch I do what I do
Them hundreds new and they blue
Met that lil' bitch, told that lil' hoe, I said your friend can come too
Shoutout Kendo, yeah bitch you know, I like my hoes by the two
Mirror, mirror on the wall, am I not the greatest
These niggas all be hating and these hoes be the fakest
Performing on stages, beat all of my cases
My bitch know that her head be fye, she say I be making faces
I'm balling like the Pacers, cop me a few acres
Running with that sack, running back, like the Raiders
Deposits I'm making, on a daily basis
Mirror, mirror on the wall, am I not the greatest
Mirror On The Wall Video (MV)
Performed By: 23 C.O.T.
Language: English
Length: 3:04
Written by: Avery Murray, Kendall Jordan, Hunter Warrick
23 C.O.T. - Mirror On The Wall Lyrics
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English
Mirror, mirror on the wall, am I not the greatest
These niggas all be hating and these hoes be the fakest
Performing on stages, beat all of my cases
My bitch know that her head be fye, she say I be making faces
I'm balling like the Pacers, cop me a few acres
Running with that sack, running back, like the Raiders
Deposits I'm making, on a daily basis
Mirror, mirror on the wall, am I not the greatest
Mirror, mirror on the wall, am I not the greatest
We stepping on they necks and I know these niggas hate us
My cup darker than Vador, bitch you can't play a player
Like Baskin Robbins, I'm serving all these exotic flavors
Told that bitch I was gone make it, still she left me tho, left me broke
Mama had just kicked me out, I ain't have nowhere to go
We was all at cuzz crib, shacked up like a shelter folk
Swear to God when you sleeping in your car, that shit really hit home
We had to get on, get it on my own
Skipping class, kicking doors
Shout out to them real day ones who still with me though
Shout out to my plug who introduced me to that Lindsay Lo
And f*ck all them lying ass hoes, they still hit me though
I don't want to be your boyfriend
I don't want to be your husband
I don't want to be your sugar daddy
I don't want to be your best friend
Yeah she a trackstar, body like a Benz
Mirror, mirror on the wall, all I do is win
And she ride me like andele, ride me like andele
Slip and slide like a runaway, slip and slide like a runaway
Throw a hundred in the club, nigga I ain't come to play
Throw a hundred in the club, nigga I ain't come to play
Mirror, mirror on the wall, am I not the greatest
Die about my respect, give me mine or I'm a take it
Off this zaza wood, I'm high as hell, I ain't gone fake it
Dripped in all designer when I step out in the latest
Ball so hard on my haters, I swear they can't take it
I can shoot the three or the midrange, watch me fade it
I throw these racks up, she shake that ass then she rake it
Stunting on them hard cause they said that we wouldn't make it
Yeah bitch I do what I do
Them hundreds new and they blue
Met that lil' bitch, told that lil' hoe, I said your friend can come too
Shoutout Kendo, yeah bitch you know, I like my hoes by the two
Mirror, mirror on the wall, am I not the greatest
These niggas all be hating and these hoes be the fakest
Performing on stages, beat all of my cases
My bitch know that her head be fye, she say I be making faces
I'm balling like the Pacers, cop me a few acres
Running with that sack, running back, like the Raiders
Deposits I'm making, on a daily basis
Mirror, mirror on the wall, am I not the greatest
These niggas all be hating and these hoes be the fakest
Performing on stages, beat all of my cases
My bitch know that her head be fye, she say I be making faces
I'm balling like the Pacers, cop me a few acres
Running with that sack, running back, like the Raiders
Deposits I'm making, on a daily basis
Mirror, mirror on the wall, am I not the greatest
Mirror, mirror on the wall, am I not the greatest
We stepping on they necks and I know these niggas hate us
My cup darker than Vador, bitch you can't play a player
Like Baskin Robbins, I'm serving all these exotic flavors
Told that bitch I was gone make it, still she left me tho, left me broke
Mama had just kicked me out, I ain't have nowhere to go
We was all at cuzz crib, shacked up like a shelter folk
Swear to God when you sleeping in your car, that shit really hit home
We had to get on, get it on my own
Skipping class, kicking doors
Shout out to them real day ones who still with me though
Shout out to my plug who introduced me to that Lindsay Lo
And f*ck all them lying ass hoes, they still hit me though
I don't want to be your boyfriend
I don't want to be your husband
I don't want to be your sugar daddy
I don't want to be your best friend
Yeah she a trackstar, body like a Benz
Mirror, mirror on the wall, all I do is win
And she ride me like andele, ride me like andele
Slip and slide like a runaway, slip and slide like a runaway
Throw a hundred in the club, nigga I ain't come to play
Throw a hundred in the club, nigga I ain't come to play
Mirror, mirror on the wall, am I not the greatest
Die about my respect, give me mine or I'm a take it
Off this zaza wood, I'm high as hell, I ain't gone fake it
Dripped in all designer when I step out in the latest
Ball so hard on my haters, I swear they can't take it
I can shoot the three or the midrange, watch me fade it
I throw these racks up, she shake that ass then she rake it
Stunting on them hard cause they said that we wouldn't make it
Yeah bitch I do what I do
Them hundreds new and they blue
Met that lil' bitch, told that lil' hoe, I said your friend can come too
Shoutout Kendo, yeah bitch you know, I like my hoes by the two
Mirror, mirror on the wall, am I not the greatest
These niggas all be hating and these hoes be the fakest
Performing on stages, beat all of my cases
My bitch know that her head be fye, she say I be making faces
I'm balling like the Pacers, cop me a few acres
Running with that sack, running back, like the Raiders
Deposits I'm making, on a daily basis
Mirror, mirror on the wall, am I not the greatest
Writer: Avery Murray, Kendall Jordan, Hunter Warrick
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid