fact Owned the Dow Jones and stacked the NASDAQ Conference call with his broker, "What's the yield on that?" "Exotic Motorcars", we want a deal on that Mirror mirror
"*} Uhh (he's back) success (he's back) {*whispered: "They love success!"*} (Where you been?) Right here baby [LL Cool J] Look in the mirror while I
Превод: LL Cool J. Mirror Mirror.
know you got a 9-5 I'll be your 5-9! [J. Cole - Chorus] [J. Cole - Verse 2] Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror I'm picking through
wassup, i don't really mean to be rude but last time I seen you with two, I heard ya'll broke up bummer i mean if it's cool like we can go and chill
shit they'll never get to do - I'd like to say it's been a pleasure Honored to be somebody they mention But before these niggaz stop payin attention - I'll
dee tip Or maybe I'll take her outside where the pools at Smack it up flip it naa I'm too cool for that Ahh I know what I'll do Hold her tightly and
's the Hammer J.L. And when I got flack, you know he got my back He punched a hole in the wall all the while he broke a mirror, he's Charlie Mack Down
[LL Cool J:] Uhh, yeah (si papi.. uhh, uh-huh) Uh-huh (I see you papi, si) I was in Madrid yo Had this hot club shootin my video They was burnin
all my verses cause we soon on tour and Go to the bathroom to wash up Thinkin 'bout the last female who just got stuck And say, mirror mirror, on, the
back and you can't escape 'Cause one of my records will sell more than your whole tape I want beef, bring on the rookies I got more than just Cool J
was the only one But it's too late, too late She's gone You sweat her, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a Coogi You a big L, and I ain't talkin' 'bout Cool J
the Hit Fiddactory, New York City We got the brand new flavors from LL Cool J Ayo Bimmy! Pass that heat son, let's get this shit crackin [LL Cool J
Hair check, shoes check, brand new fit looking cool check, looking in mirror like "ooooh yes!" cover for an insecure dude check, She wont' feel me
on Jamal Wilkes, man imma pop that J He'll call me silk til my dying day The gods got angels with guns in hands Man bullets that'll rip through a Man
double Gizzle and J Tizzle S N double O P D O double Gizzle and J Tizzle S N double O P D O double Gizzle and J Tizzle S N double O P D O double Gizzle and J
