Whip, whip, whip
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Standing in the kitchen, man, I'm whipping up my wrist
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Tattoos on my neck, tattoos on my chest
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Riding through the hood and I feel like I'm the best
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My plug hear my phone and he 'bout to bring the rest
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Riding in the hood and you know that I finesse
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Fudgy on the rim so you know a nigga flex
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Bad yellow bone bitch, she say she want Soulja Boy
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Riding in that Rover, boy, with that baking soda, boy
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Everybody know that ass big, gonna cash out everything
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Step inside the mall and my jeweler get me every chain
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Every ring, everything, Versace on my team
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I be in the club every night, you know I'll make it rain
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Mr. Miyagi, Mr. Miyagi, Mr. Miyagi
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Mr. Miyagi, Mr. Miyagi, Mr. Miyagi
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Mr. Miyagi, Mr. Miyagi, Mr. Miyagi
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Mr. Miyagi, Mr. Miyagi, Mr. Miyagi
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Mr. Miyagi, Mr. Miyagi, Mr. Miyagi
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Mr. Miyagi, Mr. Miyagi, Mr. Miyagi
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Mr. Miyagi, Mr. Miyagi, Mr. Miyagi
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Mr. Miyagi, Mr. Miyagi, Mr. Miyagi
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Wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off
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Call on my plug, tell him bring me that lean
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I be promethazine and I'm leaning on codeine
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All these Actavis bricks, you been watching me
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Niggas watching me but I be steady flee
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I be steady jugging 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 over seas
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Mr. Miyagi
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Soulja Boy |