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letra de whoa! - sma (sean a. mccune)

[intro]
whoa, whoa
whoa, haha, whoa
whoa, when i pull up on her she say whoa (okay!)
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (aye ayeeee!)

[verse 1]
what are you doin’ huh, whoa
you just be brewin’ huh, whoa
i just be suin’ whoa, whoa
cause you be viewin’ whoa, whoa
i’m just pursuin’ whoa, whoa
you just renewin’ whoa, whoa
i’m interviewin’ whoa, whoa
you gettin’ tatooin’ done whoa, whoa

[verse 2]
when i pull up on your shawty she like whoa, whoa, whoa
all these hittas jealous even though i don’t make dough, huh
don’t you try to diss all on me you know i got flows, huh
now i’m keepin’ up with it i’m on the tempo, huh (aye)
wish that you could live like me you stupid hittas slow, huh
told my momma stop makin’ me pose for pho-tos, huh
bruh, i’m always with my clique i’m never so-lo, huh
that’s my man he’s vip let him into the show, huh

[verse 3]
she wanna be with me, uh
just when i thought i was free, uh
i’m seein’ in 2-d, huh
i bet you do not agree, huh
no i ain’t smokin’ trees, huh
i’m learnin’ my abc’s, huh
this is my guarantee, huh
[?] (ahhhhhhhhhhhhh)

[chorus]
i’m just like whoa, whoa, whoa
she just like whoa, whoa, whoa
i’m on the low, low, low
she just like whoa, who, whoa
your shawty like whoa, whoa, whoa
i’m just like whoa, whoa, whoa
i’m at your block, whoa, whoa
she just said whoa, whoa, whoa
i’m at your block, whoa, whoa
i’m on the low, whoa, whoa
i’m at your bro, whoa, whoa
she just like whoa, whoa, whoa
aye
whoa, whoa, whoa
she just like whoa, whoa, whoa
i’m just like whoa, whoa, whoa
cause she from the low, low, low
aye

[verse 4]
she said i don’t understand how you been feelin’ lately
i said i don’t get it either i’m so sorry baby
momma’s always dissin’ on me sayin’ that i’m lazy
she said starin’ at that screen all day gon’ make me hazy
bro we gotta keep it goin’ in the brain, uh
savin’ up the money for a brand new chain, uh
starin’ at the tv make my eyes strain, uh
i been spittin’ bars, hitta, lil wayne, uh
brother i ain’t screwin’ with the cocaine, uh
don’t be tryna give me none of the methane, uh
i been eatin’ too much got a chest pain, uh
starin’ at the wall is that a blood stain? uh

[verse 5]
hittas tryna run up on me
if you do that you’ll be sorry
this chick won’t stop makes me worry
bro, now why’s my vision blurry?
you should buy me a mcflurry
cause i’m really freakin’ thirsty
bruh come on you gotta scurry
fetch my drink you freakin’ hurry

[outro]
whoa, whoa
whoa, whoa, whoa
i’m just like whoa
i’m just like whoa, uh
she just like whoa
she just like whoa, huh
whoa, whoa
aye!

- sma sean a mccune

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