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Karaokê Whoa Whoa Whoa - Watsky

Esta música é uma versão de Whoa Whoa Whoa, popularizada por Watsky

Formatos incluídos:

CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
KFN
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Com sua compra, você poderá baixar o vídeo quantas vezes quiser em todos esses formatos.

Sobre

Com coros (com ou sem vozes na versão KFN)

Tempo idêntico ao original: 150 BPM

Tonalidade idêntica ao original: Rém

Duração: 03:05 - Visualizar: 01:45

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Ano de lançamento: 2014
Estilos: Rap & Hip-Hop, Em inglês
Autor Original: Anderson Paak, Aaron K Carmack, Miles Mikos Douglas, George Watsky

Todos os arquivos disponíveis para download são playbacks, e não as músicas originais.

Letra Whoa Whoa Whoa

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 gettin' naked and I'm hoppin' on a wreckin' ball
So hot I got the motherfucker à la flambé
I go to Miley's house
I see that Miley's home
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, go, go
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 treatin' the music, I bleed it, I bruise it
I kick it to the curb and then
I'm sippin' on my bourbon
I be freakin' it, doin' it
Keepin' it movin'
I'm pickin' apart the muscle when I'm thinkin' about the hustle but I'm nice
Nice
I jump the freeway median
I'm savage 'cos 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 takin' off a tourniquet
When I burn them and I hit them in the sternum
I don't even gotta enter but
I'm gonna win the tournament
That's what I'm all about
Do what I gotta do and never gonna pout
And I hope that it would've 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 lookin' 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 readin' my scripture
Every photo bomber wanna be in my picture
And you better bet
I'm livin' every single day like it's the motherfuckin'
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
'Cos I'm back in the nick of time and attackin' the fickle mind
I'm a jackal, I'll rip his hide
Imma tackle him, pick a fight
I be Dracula, set to bite in the black of the bitter night and I'm out
Poof

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