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Reflection Video (MV)




Performed By: Ryan-Alan
Language: English
Length: 2:21
Written by: Ryan Spencer




Ryan-Alan - Reflection Lyrics




Keep it solid are you capable?
Swear I'm too busy, I can't wait for you
Don't wait to see me on ya TV set
Roley shinin', choker VVS
I choke a hater with the cuban link
Do my Infiniti like Nascar
I'm a rich nigga wit a bad bitch
Got this paper piling like a trap god
The f*ck is we sayin?
Posin like a boss, you a runner
I'm in SoHo house wit some hoes and my blunt up
Hardly goin out, less you come wit a check
Bitch I work for myself I don't f*ck wit execs
Got me fed up nigga
Think I had enough
Ain't cookin, you don't want it bad enough
F*ck these crooked niggas
Choppa straighten 'em out
F*ck a gimmick I would never switch for the clout
Swear you winnin, that's a liars tale
I'm flippin stocks tryna buy and sell
You pillow talkin to my old bitch
These perkys got these niggas high as hell
I'm gettin money on a road trip
You ain't f*ckin wit my old shit
I need Roley's for the whole clique
And a foreign freak to suck me souless

I need 35 M's 'fore I'm 35
King, got it tatted in my skin so they recognize
Real nigga, that's just in my blood
That'll never die
Fake niggas always in the way
Tell 'em stand aside
Stand aside
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English

Keep it solid are you capable?
Swear I'm too busy, I can't wait for you
Don't wait to see me on ya TV set
Roley shinin', choker VVS
I choke a hater with the cuban link
Do my Infiniti like Nascar
I'm a rich nigga wit a bad bitch
Got this paper piling like a trap god
The f*ck is we sayin?
Posin like a boss, you a runner
I'm in SoHo house wit some hoes and my blunt up
Hardly goin out, less you come wit a check
Bitch I work for myself I don't f*ck wit execs
Got me fed up nigga
Think I had enough
Ain't cookin, you don't want it bad enough
F*ck these crooked niggas
Choppa straighten 'em out
F*ck a gimmick I would never switch for the clout
Swear you winnin, that's a liars tale
I'm flippin stocks tryna buy and sell
You pillow talkin to my old bitch
These perkys got these niggas high as hell
I'm gettin money on a road trip
You ain't f*ckin wit my old shit
I need Roley's for the whole clique
And a foreign freak to suck me souless

I need 35 M's 'fore I'm 35
King, got it tatted in my skin so they recognize
Real nigga, that's just in my blood
That'll never die
Fake niggas always in the way
Tell 'em stand aside
Stand aside
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Writer: Ryan Spencer
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