Mr.Miyagi - Soulja Boy

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