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AWW SHiT - WATSKY FT HOLLiS & GiFTED GAB (OFFiCiAL VIDEO)
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Watsky
Watsky
Исполнитель
Gifted Gab
Gifted Gab
Исполнитель
Hollis Wong-Wear
Hollis Wong-Wear
Исполнитель
Pat Taylor
Pat Taylor
Бас
Camila Recchio
Camila Recchio
Вокал
Megan Shung
Megan Shung
Скрипка
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Watsky
Watsky
Тексты песен
Calvin Valentine
Calvin Valentine
Композитор
Gabrielle Kadushin
Gabrielle Kadushin
Тексты песен
Hollis Wong-Wear
Hollis Wong-Wear
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Watsky
Watsky
Продюсер
Julian Le
Julian Le
Продюсер
Mike Denten
Mike Denten
Мастеринг-инженер

Слова

It's like, aww, shit, what the fuck's up? What's the fuck's up? What the fuck's up? Like, oh, shoot, whatcha gonna do now? Oh, shoot! I'm back in action dripping different like I'm au jus You know what, with my battalion, you don't do? That's bet against the Cali Stallion I know it's been a minute but I'm back up in it and I'm here to win it If I got dumb hope, then that's all that I need To get up on my steed and ride into the gun smoke I'm in the gym, using my jimmy to jump rope So gimme one poke, and the theme from Rocky plays Better walk away if you don't want a KO from a GOAT I don't always feel I'm on the ball It's not always my complaints feel small I don't always feel I'm 9 plus 9 plus 9 feet tall But when I do, ooooh It's like Aww, shit, what the fuck's up? What's the fuck's up? What the fuck's up? Like, oh, shoot, whatcha gonna do now? Get the fuck off me, I'm rolling with Watsky We go together like crickеt to Aussies Killin' 'em softly What do you mean? My bitchеs is costly So please don't accost me We moving at top speed, Mach 5 Dead or alive, I'm in top three All of these niggas my offspring All in the church with no offering I was in the dirt outside, put in work You was in your room on screens That's why you callin' me aunty Don't disrespect the Givenchy I'm just an evergreen standing amongst all these palm trees Aww, shoot, aww, shiet Aww, shit, what the fuck's up? What the fuck's up, what the fuck's up? It's like Oh, shoot, whatcha gonna do? Peacockin', walkin' it so arrogant The pickpocket of bliss is comparison This condition gripping all Americans Break our kneecap, it won't make us Kerrigan It's jealousy, you must be taking LSD to step to me Fellas, my destiny, from the SFC Bay to the Chesapeake Is freakin' cheffin' the shit out my recipe Yes, I begin to climb out my cocoon Spreading my wings to take it to the moon 'Cause I just want to stick my chin up high And then get both arms swinging, baby, side to side There's still time to ride my wagon But if you're lagging then bye, bye, baby, bye, bye I don't always feel I'm- (I don't always feel I'm-) Don't always- Don't always feel I'm 9 plus 9 plus 9 feet tall But when I do, ooooh It's like Aww, shit, what the fuck's up? What's the fuck's up? What the fuck's up? Like, oh, shoot, whatcha gonna do now? (Hey) Aww, shit, what the fuck's up? Aww, shit, what the fuck's up? Aww, shit, what the fu-fu-fuck's up? Aww, shit, what the fuck's up? What the fuck's up? What the fuck's up? Yeah, yeah Oh, shoot, whatcha gonna do, do, do, do?
Writer(s): Calvin Valentine, Hollis Wong Wear, Gabrielle Kadushin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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