Listen to Mirror by SoMo

Mirror

SoMo

R&B/Soul

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SoMo
SoMo
Performer
Tricky Stewart
Tricky Stewart
Programming
Pierre Medor
Pierre Medor
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Pierre Medor
J. Pierre Medor
Composer
Justin Rucker
Justin Rucker
Composer
Joseph Somers-Morales
Joseph Somers-Morales
Composer
Chris "Tricky" Stewart
Chris "Tricky" Stewart
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tricky Stewart
Tricky Stewart
Producer
Sam Thomas
Sam Thomas
Engineer
Jeremy Brown
Jeremy Brown
Assistant Recording Engineer
Niles Roberts
Niles Roberts
Assistant Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Maddox Chimm
Maddox Chimm
Assistant Mixing Engineer
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Pierre Medor
Pierre Medor
Producer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Saddle up right now Should've known, when you picked up your phone It goes down in this town You don't have to be alone I can fuck you right I can make you scream and moan Imma do this right Imma take you to that zone Uh, uh, little freaky shit In the mirror, mirror Uh, uh, X-rated shit In the mirror, mirror Let's get up out this club, club Lemme get you outta here, here Imma get you out the clothes, clothes Make them panties disappear, -pear I pin your ass up on that wall, that wall And then I rip my shirt off, off Run my hands up to your hair, your hair As I fuck you in the mirror, mirror Had enough by now Should've known when you hopped in these sheets That I'll hold it down You don't have to be alone Turn the light off Futuristic mindset running miles Say you wanna wife up, wearing white gowns You got me thinking 'bout it the way you slide down The way you slide down Uh, uh, little freaky shit In the mirror, mirror Uh, uh, X-rated shit In the mirror, mirror Let's get up out this club, club Lemme get you outta here, here Imma get you out the clothes, clothes Make them panties disappear, -pear I pin your ass up on that wall, that wall And then I rip my shirt off, off Run my hands up to your hair, your hair As I fuck you in the mirror, mirror Strapped up Yeah, you know what I'm looking for Lips, lie Girl you know what I need you to say Hips, roar Tell your girls that you gotta get going It's two o' clock in the morning Uh, uh, little freaky shit In the mirror, mirror Uh, uh, X-rated shit In the mirror, mirror Let's get up out this club, club Lemme get you outta here, here Imma get you out the clothes, clothes Make them panties disappear, -pear I pin your ass up on that wall, that wall And then I rip my shirt off, off Run my hands up to your hair, your hair As I fuck you in the mirror, mirror
Writer(s): Mary J. Blige, Christopher Stewart, Terius Nash, Eve Jeffers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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