Mirror Lyrics - Well Done - Tyga

Ooh in the mirror 

I see a f-cken star 

Got your momma screaming 

Ohh look in the mirror 

I see a f-cken star 

Got your momma screaming 

For me, like I'm ElDebarge 

Lookin at my skin 

All green scars 

Bitch I think I'm pac 

Gold hair and bow (ahhh) 

Lambo, Ralph sag 

Poppin purple tags 

Show my face for cash 

I'm a need a mask 

For the love of money, I'll never love again 

When you start to get it, bitch you'll understand 

I'm holding my balls 

Lettin them know I'm the man 

The realer I get (the realer I get) 

The better they shakin' my hand 

Medicine man 

Sick of these roll 

Playas stealin' my slang 

Beast mode, K Perkins 

In the muthaf-cken (muthaf-cken) 

Brought my shack just in case 

In the party if you pop off 

See it's there, baby take yo top off 

Man you niggas, man you niggas 

Fuck yo knockoffs 

I keep my girl Louis Vuitton with some goyard 

Damn they real, order them all 

That's an auto-fraud 

Almost bought one, they told me 60 thou 

I took my cash, spend it round town like Taz 

Last king, young CEO, my nigga Jazz 

Bitch it's rainin, duffel bag 

It's opportune, let's make it fast 

You goin' let it drip a little 

Then I'm a make it splash 

Box it in a doggy bag 

I be hungry, later man 

Man, I'm a f-cken king 

Look what's on my f-cken chest 

Startin' to smell like money in this bitch 

Guess you know it's Young Money in this bitch 

Tyga Tyga Gudda Gudda we in this bitch 

Tyga Tyga Gudda Gudda yea he in this bitch 

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[Gudda Gudda:] 

Bitch I'm on fire 

Young Money rida' 

Let the tool off for my nigga Tyga Tyga 

Give em hell with the written spittin hot sauce 

Treat your head like a fake purse, get knocked off 

The coupe I take the top off 

Woof, bitch, top dog 

Lay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack 

Then the bitch get lock jaw 

We on top like toupes 

Hat to the back, with 2 braids 

Weezy out in 2 days 

Young Money (Thursday) 

We about to act up 

Money I'm a stack up 

Crack my safe burn 100 stacks, and then I'm a crack up 

I'm hittin' like a Mack truck 

Gun make a bitch nigga back up 

Stacks on deck 

Hit a nigga on the neck 

And the bitch nigga don't get back up 

Young Gudda times 2, that the name, hoe 

Got a pot of gold like the end of the rainbow 

You ain't a ballin' nigga what the fuck you came for 

Oh you here with yo main hoe 

I'm leaving with that same hoe 

Gudda 

Photos 

Startin' to smell like money in this bitch 

Guess you know it's Young Money in this bitch 

Tyga Tyga Gudda Gudda we in this bitch 

Tyga Tyga Gudda Gudda yea he in this bitch