Frank Ocean - Whip Appeal Lyrics
I'm out in front of supreme, like I own itButtercream benz, goldfinger wheelsDriver can't steer, but look like pam grierShe like "where's there parking round here"That spots reserved, so are those right thereReserved for who?For pretty girls in sports carsPretty girl driving my sports carCause my license been suspendedPretty girl driving my sports carGot my feet up on the wood grain, roof missingYou've got that whip appealWhipping my stick, shift, gearYou'd be a? girlOnly if whipping could killUp and down mulholland, on the weekends we chillYou're driving with no shoes – cruise controlLove the way you take the wheelGot your photo on my air freshenerIn a sense just like thePretty girl driving my sports carCause my license been suspendedPretty girl driving my sports carGot my feet up on the wood grain, roof missingYou've got that whip appealWhipping my stick, shift, gearYou'd be a? girlOnly if whipping could killI just finished practiceShe's on her way to get me, she's in trafficShe said give her 20 minutes (I'm finna hop in the shower)Girl I hope 20 don't mean an hourAnd as the cold weather runs over my chestI've been thinking 'bout your skirt on my head restPretty girl driving my sports carPretty, roof missingYou've got that whip appealWhipping my stick, shift, gearYou'd be a? girlOnly if whipping could killYou've got that whip appealWhipping my stick, shift, gearYou'd be a? girlOnly if whipping could killI let you drive my benzFlossing all your friends round townI let you fill my seats with shopping bagsI let you go do your thing riding with your friends round townRiding with your girlfriendsAnd I always keep it cleanSo why don't you park in the front just to stuntThat'll make all them *****es madWhy don't you lift up the roof just to stuntIt'll make all them *****es madAll them girls wanna be youYou've got that whip appealWhipping my stick, shift, gearYou'd be a? girlOnly if whipping could kill
