Dobre Brothers - Whoa Lyrics



Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Money comin' in like it's running
Balenciaga on me because I'm stunnin'
Drop out of school to be saten
I'm countin' more bands than the teachers who were judging
Haha whoa
She come up to me and she callin' me papi
Crib got the heli-pad cause you know we get choppy
Now I'm on top of my company
Deals on the bands, they all come for me
Do what I love haters under me
Watch what I do but can't copy me
I give my all, I keep building my cheddar
Bust when them tears now I rock Gucci leather
My new chick called me can't get no one better
They feel my presence they change like the weather
Haha, I don't trust none of you all

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Back again like I never left
I'm going in watch me do my dance
Wake up and do it all again
I'm stacking up just like my twin
I'm like whoa
I'mma hit him with the flow
Wearing Gucci head to toe
Stay shining around the globe
I'm all around the world shooting videos
It's just me and my bros and we killin' it
I pull up and hop out in a foreign whip
When I'm cruising they all can see who it is
Hit it like you don't care if you know you lit

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa





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