Soulja Boy - Mr. Miyagi lyrics

rate me

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