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Nine Mirrors (Album Version) - Hsing Dick
Written by：Hsing Dick
All on that rich sh*t
Fake b*tches cunning
Got my six nines skating
And a second later they all wanna copy
P**sy wanna show d*ck
Wanna show rich
Fake friends paste them
They all started running
Fearing
Got their balls shrinking
On the floor crawling
Cut down their money
Empty the wallets
Look at what you got now
Got their mamas all crying
And their fathers' heads shaking
Look at what you got now
With their tears running
Got their girls leaving
Look at where you at now
He standing right there
Welcome to hell
Look at who you have now
Think you having a nightmare
But that is your reflection
Showing off little things
Your little d*ck ghost pssy
Heavy hoes make up like an old cunt raunchy
Open lip voice monkey
Scking money from a d*ck
Eating dirty knowing nothing
But your boy that's your toy only joy
Without it gonna fall down to the hundred feet deep
That's where you gonna reminisce
Nine mirrors look at you how ugly thinking about your b*tch
She already naked with another mouth
Getting into spouse
Bigger larger house
Think you rich getting b*tches for a moment
Then you win the whole round
But you gonna fall down
Killed by your own punch
Money lost not yours never yours
Mad parents getting heart attack
Bills pressure falling from the sky
Seeing nothing you can buy
Popping pills getting high
Eat a pill for every night
Stripping for the filthy cash
Nightmare comes to your life
Gon' live like you're dead
You wake up with guns in hand
Look at yourself in the mirror
Sun is grinning but you're dead
Look at yourself in the mirror
You wake up from a sweet nightmare
Look at yourself in the mirror
B**ch getting more more arrogant
Look at herself in the mirror
You wake up with guns in hand
Look at yourself in the mirror
Sun is grinning but you're dead
Look at yourself in the mirror
You wake up from a sweet nightmare
Look at yourself in the mirror
B**ch getting more more arrogant
Look at herself in the mirror
Shout out to my friends
Shout out to my ex
One good one poisonous
All sinned no difference
But I'm precocious
Motherf**ker pretentious
They rich they got all cursed
She ditched become mistress
They underrate
Underestimate my ability to do sh*t
Little mistake gonna get you all day
Show off like I do care
I don't give a f**k about anything you say
Give no f**ks about your sh*tty face
And your saggy a**
Dress like you're ninety eight
With the hair like deep water horizon
Talk sh*t about my accent
Yeah
B**ch climb on my head
With your car parade
F**king around with your ipad pro
That sh*t only my dinner plate
Your Maserati I and your Lamborghini
I have them I don't ride it
Put it in my room only decorations
Got my flowers made of diamonds
Swimming pool made of glass bullet proof
Hanging on my top floor drop to the underground
Gold skate park
And my ark
Ready to depart
You wake up with guns in hand
Look at yourself in the mirror
Sun is grinning but you're dead
Look at yourself in the mirror
You wake up from a sweet nightmare
Look at yourself in the mirror
B**ch getting more more arrogant
Look at herself in the mirror
You wake up with guns in hand
Look at yourself in the mirror
Sun is grinning but you're dead
Look at yourself in the mirror
You wake up from a sweet nightmare
Look at yourself in the mirror
B**ch getting more more arrogant
Look at herself in the mirror
