Whip Appeal Lyrics - The Best Of Frank Ocean - Frank Ocean

I'm out in front of supreme, like I own it 

Buttercream benz, goldfinger wheels 

Driver can't steer, but look like pam grier 

She like "where's there parking round here" 

That spots reserved, so are those right there 

Reserved for who? 

For pretty girls in sports cars 

Pretty girl driving my sports car 

Cause my license been suspended 

Pretty girl driving my sports car 

Got my feet up on the wood grain, roof missing 

You've got that whip appeal 

Whipping my stick, shift, gear 

You'd be a? girl 

Only if whipping could kill 

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Up and down mulholland, on the weekends we chill 

You're driving with no shoes - cruise control 

Love the way you take the wheel 

Got your photo on my air freshener 

In a sense just like the 

Pretty girl driving my sports car 

Cause my license been suspended 

Pretty girl driving my sports car 

Got my feet up on the wood grain, roof missing 

You've got that whip appeal 

Whipping my stick, shift, gear 

You'd be a? girl 

Only if whipping could kill 

I just finished practice 

She's on her way to get me, she's in traffic 

She said give her 20 minutes (I'm finna hop in the shower) 

Girl I hope 20 don't mean an hour 

And as the cold weather runs over my chest 

I've been thinking 'bout your skirt on my head rest 

Photos 

Pretty girl driving my sports car 

Pretty, roof missing 

You've got that whip appeal 

Whipping my stick, shift, gear 

You'd be a? girl 

Only if whipping could kill 

You've got that whip appeal 

Whipping my stick, shift, gear 

You'd be a? girl 

Only if whipping could kill 

I let you drive my benz 

Flossing all your friends round town 

I let you fill my seats with shopping bags 

I let you go do your thing riding with your friends round town 

Riding with your girlfriends 

And I always keep it clean 

So why don't you park in the front just to stunt 

That'll make all them bitches mad 

Why don't you lift up the roof just to stunt 

It'll make all them bitches mad 

All them girls wanna be you 

You've got that whip appeal 

Whipping my stick, shift, gear 

You'd be a? girl 

Only if whipping could kill