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Man in the Mirror - Acapella

de A Boogie Wit da Hoodie

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OG Parker

Huh, she whisperin' all in my ear
I'm thinkin' 'bout what I should wear
And meet her parents, I'm pullin' up fly
Even if it's no cameras there
I don't own a Benz, I swear
'Raris and Lambs I swear
My life is a movie, my wrist is a chandelier

If I give my Benz up and a mansion
Livin' like I'm the prince of Belair
Do not come over here lookin' for love anymore
'Cause that shit don't belong in here
You told me: Go to hell, 'cause I was drivin' you crazy
Bitch, I would drive you here
Why would I need a stylist to pick out an outfit for me?
I got mad gear

Yеah, stackin' up money like Jenga and Lеgos
I sing, but I came with a Glock and a draco
Back of the crib, look like mini Barbados
Losin' my friends everyday, I'm okay though
It's been that way ever since I got famous
We go back like two fans in a Maybach
Money got niggas thinkin' I changed
Oh, you makin' this so complicated
I can buy you a new ass, just say that
Still got bitches that owe me some favours
Know a young nigga got racks, baby
Diamonds gold blue, like the Mavs, okay then
They can't make my sauce, I got too much flavour
No overexaggeratin'
Come for them bands, I was flippin' your bitch in the air
Fifty on the veneers, got like a hundred K mouth
I can't even speak, the thirties be helpin' me concentrate
She don't want it back
In the back of my mind, I'm like: What if the condom break?

Huh, she whisperin' all in my ear
I'm thinkin' 'bout what I should wear
And meet her parents, I'm pullin' up fly
Even if it's no cameras there
I don't own a Benz, I swear
'Raris and Lambs I swear
My life is a movie, my wrist is a chandelier

If I give my Benz up and a mansion
Livin' like I'm the prince of Belair
Do not come over here lookin' for love anymore
'Cause that shit don't belong in here
You told me: Go to hell, 'cause I was drivin' you crazy
Bitch, I would drive you here
Why would I need a stylist to pick out an outfit for me?
I got mad gear

I look at the man in the mirror, he was wearin' a hoodie
I look at shirt and that's not what I'm wearin', it's scary
Got a beach full of sand
I drive in the city like Fast and The Furious
With a tank in the Urus
It already went up in this thirty, I swear
If I see an opp, then I put that on brother, I'm air
Mm, used to wear Michael Kors
Now I got [?] floors, she told me: It's your
It's just me and your baby girl, she was rockin' my world
VVSs and pearls, keep me up till she eurl

If I give my Benz up and a mansion
Livin' like I'm the prince of Belair
Do not come over here lookin' for love anymore
'Cause that shit don't belong in here
You told me: Go to hell, 'cause I was drivin' you crazy
Bitch, I would drive you here
Why would I need a stylist to pick out an outfit for me?
I got mad gear

Huh, she whisperin' all in my ear
I'm thinkin' 'bout what I should wear
And meet her parents, I'm pullin' up fly
Even if it's no cameras there
I don't own a Benz, I swear
'Raris and Lambs I swear
My life is a movie, my wrist is a chandelier

If I give my Benz up and a mansion
Feelin' like I'm the prince of Belair
Please don't knock on my door lookin' for love anymore
'Cause it don't belong in here
You told me to: Go to hell, okay, I would drive you here
I got mad gear

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