Lyrics Mr. Miyagi - Jon Banks, Wolfman Longarm, Trip C

Mr. Miyagi

Yeah I got a show soon, bitch, get that mouth open
Getting money both ways, yeah I call it Frank Ocean
I got nothing for these haters, I got something for these hoes
All this money in my fingers keep a nigga on his toes
For my woes, I’ma ride, til the day my lid is closed
I got foes aiming for my knees, feel like Derrick Rose
I don’t pose, I meant every single word that I chose
If I see you in these streets, then it goes how it goes
Mothafucka
You talking trash
We on your block
She wipe me down
Wax on, wax off
I’m in my zone
Thes boys are soft
Tell mama, I’m winning
I’m winning, I’m winning
You talking trash
We on your block
Sh wipe me down
Wax on, wax off
I’m in my zone
These boys are soft
Tell mama, I’m winning
I’m winning, I’m winning