Mr. Miyagi Lyrics

Whip, whip, whip

Standing in the kitchen, man, I'm whipping up my wrist
Tattoos on my neck, tattoos on my chest
Riding through the hood and I feel like I'm the best
My plug hear my phone and he 'bout to bring the rest
Riding in the hood and you know that I finesse
Fudgy on the rim so you know a nigga flex
Bad yellow bone bitch, she say she want Soulja Boy
Riding in that Rover, boy, with that baking soda, boy
Everybody know that ass big, gonna cash out everything
Step inside the mall and my jeweler get me every chain
Every ring, everything, Versace on my team
I be in the club every night, you know I'll make it rain

Mr. Miyagi, Mr. Miyagi, Mr. Miyagi
Mr. Miyagi, Mr. Miyagi, Mr. Miyagi
Mr. Miyagi, Mr. Miyagi, Mr. Miyagi
Mr. Miyagi, Mr. Miyagi, Mr. Miyagi
Mr. Miyagi, Mr. Miyagi, Mr. Miyagi
Mr. Miyagi, Mr. Miyagi, Mr. Miyagi
Mr. Miyagi, Mr. Miyagi, Mr. Miyagi
Mr. Miyagi, Mr. Miyagi, Mr. Miyagi
Wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off

Call on my plug, tell him bring me that lean
I be promethazine and I'm leaning on codeine
All these Actavis bricks, you been watching me
Niggas watching me but I be steady flee
I be steady jugging shit, I get everything for free
Millionaire status even when I'm in the street
Diamond chain on my neck that cost me 30 keys
Young Dre, I got bitches all over seas