Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Whoa Whoa Whoa, artist - Watsky. Album song All You Can Do, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Steel Wool
Song language: English
Whoa Whoa Whoa |
| Whoa whoa whoa |
| What do you take us for? |
| Whoa whoa whoa |
| What do you take us for? |
| I’m a phenomenon, and I gotta bring pain in The Octagon |
| When I wanna spit game at a soccer mom |
| I get it quicker than the left lane on the Autobahn, fast |
| Like Ramadan, had to battle young padawans all the damn day |
| I’m getting naked and I’m hopping on a wrecking ball |
| So hot, I got the motherfucker a la flambé |
| I go to Miley’s house, I see that Miley’s home |
| I play Miley’s ribcage with my dick, like it’s a Xylie-phone |
| Yes, that was highly fucked up but my skills are highly honed |
| And if I was highly hyphy, I might be more widely-known |
| C’est la vie, better pay my fee |
| They kick it in Seattle in a Patagonia jacket |
| They get it in the Bay in a plain white tee |
| Hey mami! |
| You a P.Y.T |
| You wanna see me speak, then I go, go, go, go! |
| Cause, every time I get a beat, I know I gotta beat it up |
| I bend it then I break it then I chop it then I eat it up |
| And PETA would never approve of the way |
| I’ve been treating the music, I bleed it, I bruise it |
| I kick it to the curb and then I’m sipping on my bourbon |
| I be freaking it, doing it, keeping it moving |
| I’m picking apart the muscle when I’m thinking about the hustle |
| But I’m nice, nice! |
| Whoa whoa whoa |
| What do you take us for? |
| Whoa whoa whoa |
| What do you take us for? |
| I jump the freeway median, I’m savage |
| Cause my mode is that I’m meaner than the average |
| Like my teacher taught me when I heard the crowd applaud |
| I thought I was an atheist until I realized I’m a God |
| It could hurt a bit when I murder shit |
| In a moment, I’ll be taking off a tourniquet |
| When I burn them and I hit them in the sternum |
| I don’t even got to enter, but I’m gonna win the tournament |
| That’s what I’m all about |
| I do what I got to do and never gonna pout |
| And I hope that it would have been the end of it and I’m out |
| But they never tend to give me the benefit of the doubt |
| Ever since I was a little kid |
| I know that I’ve been looking for the hot, hot spotlight |
| And if you really wonder what I think about the competition |
| They were not-not-not tight |
| I’ve been reading my scripture |
| Every photo bomber wanna be in my picture |
| And you better bet I’m living every single day |
| Like it’s the motherfucking Catalina Wine Mixer |
| Bada bing, bada boom! |
| When I walk in, I’m the king of the room |
| And I get it locked in like a king in a tomb |
| When I spit a toxin and they cough on the fumes |
| Cause I’m back in the nick of time and attacking the fickle mind |
| I’m a jackal, I’ll rip his hide, I’ma tackle him, pick a fight |
| I be Dracula, set to bite in the black of the bitter night |
| And I’m out, poof |
| Whoa whoa whoa |
| What do you take us for? |
| Whoa whoa whoa |
| What do you take us for? |
| Whoa whoa whoa |
| What do you take us for? |
| Whoa whoa whoa |
| What do you take us for? |