Songtext von Mr. Miyagi

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