| Whip whip whip whip
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| Whip whip whip whip
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| Whip whip whip
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| Standin in the kitchen and I’m whippin up my wrist
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| Tattoos on my neck, tattoos on my chest
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| Ridin through the hood and I feel like I’m the best
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| My plug hit my phone and he bout to bring the rest
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| Ridin in the hood and you know that I finesse
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| Forgiato rims so you know a nigga flex
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| Bad yellow bone bitch, she say she want Soulja Boy
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| Ridin in that Rover boy, with that baking soda boy
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| Everybody know that SB gon cash out everything
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| Spend inside the mall and my jeweler give me every chain
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| Every ring, everything, Versace on my chain
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| I be getting that snow, every night you know I make it rain
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| Mr Miyagi, Mr Miyagi, Mr Miyagi (wax on, wax off)
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| Mr Miyagi, Mr Miyagi, Mr Miyagi (wax on, wax off)
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| Mr Miyagi, Mr Miyagi, Mr Miyagi (wax on, wax off)
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| Mr Miyagi, Mr Miyagi, Mr Miyagi (wax on, wax off)
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| Call up my plug, tell em bring me that lean
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| I be promethazinin and I’m leanin on codeine
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| All these activist bricks, you really watchin me?
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| Niggas watchin me but I be steady flickin
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| I be steady juggin shit, I get everything for free
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| Millionaire status even when I’m in the street
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| Diamond chain on my neck that cost me 30 keys
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| Young Dre, I got bitches all overseas |