[Verse 1]
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I'm out in front of Supreme, like I own it
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Buttercream Benz, goldfinger wheels
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Driver can't steer, but look like Pam Grier
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She like a¢æ©«Where's there parking round herea¢æ?
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That spots reserved, so are those right there
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Reserved for who?
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For pretty girls in sports cars
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[Bridge]
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Pretty girl driving my sports car
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Cause my license been suspended
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Pretty girl driving my sports car
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Got my feet up on the wood grain, roof missing
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[Hook]
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You've got that whip appeal
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Whipping my stick, shift, gear
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You'd be a [?] girl
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Only if whipping could kill
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[Verse 2]
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Up and down Mulholland, on the weekends we chill
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You're driving with no shoes a¢æ¡° cruise control
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Love the way you take the wheel
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Got your photo on my air freshener
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In a sense just like the
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[Bridge]
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Pretty girl driving my sports car
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Cause my license been suspended
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Pretty girl driving my sports car
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Got my feet up on the wood grain, roof missing
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3]
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I just finished practice
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She's on her way to get me, she's in traffic
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She said give her 20 minutes (I'm finna hop in the shower)
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Girl I hope 20 don't mean an hour
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And as the cold weather runs over my chest
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I've been thinking 'bout your skirt on my head rest
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Pretty girl driving my sports car
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Pretty, roof missing
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[Hook x2]
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[Verse 4]
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I let you drive my Benz
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Flossing all your friends round town
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I let you fill my seats with shopping bags
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I let you go do your thing riding with your friends round town
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Riding with your girlfriends
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And I always keep it clean
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So why don't you park in the front just to stunt
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That'll make all them bitches mad
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Why don't you lift up the roof just to stunt
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It'll make all them bitches mad
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All them girls wanna be you
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[Hook]
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Whip Appeal
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| Frank Ocean |
