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letra de aww shit - watsky, hollis & gifted gab

[chorus: watsky, hollis, and ]
it’s like, aww, sh-t, what the f-ck’s up?
what’s the f-ck’s up? what the f-ck’s up?
like, whatcha gonna do now?

[verse 1: watsky]
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 k-o from a goat
[pre-chorus: hollis]
i don’t always feel i’m on that 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

[chorus: watsky, hollis, and ]
(it’s like)

what’s the f-ck’s up? what the f-ck’s up?
like,

[verse 2: gifted gab]
get the f-ck off me, i’m rolling with watsky
we go together like crickеt to aussies
k!llin’ ’em softly
what do you mean? my b-tchеs 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 n-ggas 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
[chorus: watsky & hollis and gifted gab]
aww, sh-t, what the f-ck’s up?
what the f-ck’s up, what the f-ck’s up? (it’s like)
oh, shoot, whatcha gon’ do?

[verse 3: watsky, watsky & hollis]
peac-ckin’, 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 sh-t 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

[pre-chorus: hollis]
i don’t always feel i’m- (i don’t always feel i’m-)
don’t always- (don’t always-)
don’t always feel i’m 9 plus 9 plus 9 feet tall
but when i do, ooooh
[chorus: watsky, hollis, and ]
(it’s like)

like, now?
hey!
aww, sh-t, what the f-ck’s up?
aww, sh-t, what the f-ck’s up?
aww, sh-t, what the fu-fu-f-ck’s up?

yeah, yeah
do, do, do?
yeah, yeah

- watsky hollis gifted gab

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