Artist: Frank Ocean Album: Whip Appeal (S) Song: Whip Appeal Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [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 parkin 'round here? That spots reserved, so are those right there" Reserved for who? For pretty girls in sports cars [Bridge] Pretty girl drivin my sports car Cause my license been suspended Pretty girl drivin my sports car Got my feet up on the woodgrain, roof missin [Chorus] You've got that whip appeal Whippin my stick, shift, gear You'd be a gun but you're a girl Only if whippin could kill You've got that [Frank Ocean] Up and down Mulholland, on the weekends we chill You're drivin 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 [Bridge] + [Chorus] [Frank Ocean] I just finished practice She's on her way to get me, she's in traffic She said give her 20 minutes (I'm fin' to hop in the shower) Girl I hope 20, don't mean an hour And as the cold water runs over my chest I've been thinkin 'bout your skirt on my head rest Pretty girl drivin my sports car Pretty, roof missin [Chorus] - 2X [Frank Ocean] 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 on 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 [Chorus]