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Frank Ocean - Whip Appeal Edit Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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 around here?"
That spot's reserved, so are those right there
Reserved for who?
For pretty girls in sports cars

[Pre-Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
You've got that whip appeal
Whipping my stick, shift, gear
You'd be under the jail, girl
Only if whipping could kill
You've got that

[Verse 2]
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 scents just like the
[Pre-Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
You've got that whip appeal
Whipping my stick, shift, gear
You'd be under the jail, girl
Only if whipping could kill

[Verse 3]
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 water runs over my chest
I've been thinking 'bout your skirt on my headrest

[Bridge]
Pretty girl—
I let you drive my Benz
Flossing on your friends 'round town
I let you fill my seats wit' shopping bags
I let you go do your thing, riding with your friends 'round town
Riding with your girl—
[Chorus]
You've got that whip appeal
Whipping my stick, shift, gear
You'd be under the jail, girl
Only if whipping could kill, kill
You'd be un—whip appeal (You got)
Whipping my stick, shift, gear (You got me whippin')
You'd be under the jail, girl (You got)
Only if whipping could kill
You've got that
You've got that whip appeal (You got)
Whipping my stick, shift, gear (You got me whippin')
You'd be under the jail, girl (You got)
Only if whipping could kill
You've got that
You've got that