Whoa Whoa Whoa Acordes

Whoa Whoa Whoa by: Watsky
Tabbed by: Samii (SillyMe98)
 
{Took me forever to get this right. I'm pretty sure this is 100% correct,
but if you find any errors please leave a comment! Thank you!}
 
{INTRO}
Am G C G F Am
 
{CHORUS x2}
Am              G           C    G  F    Am
Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for?
Am              G           C    G  F    Am
Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for?
 
{VERSE 1}
Am                                  G
I’m a phenomenon. And I gotta bring pain in the Octagon
C
When I wanna spit game at a soccer mom
                               G                     C
I get it quicker than the left lane on the Autobahn, fast
                                                   G
Like Ramadan - and I battle young Padawans all the damn day
C
I'm getting nekked and I'm hopping on a wrecking ball
                               C
so hot I got that mothafucka a la flambé
Am                                G
I go to Miley's house. I see that Miley's home.
C                              G                F
I play Miley's ribcage with my dick like it's a Xylie-phone
Am                                               G
Yes, that was highly fucked up but my skills are highly honed
C            G            F               Am
And if I was highly hyphy I might be more widely known
Am                G
Se la vie. Better pay my fee
C
They kick it in Seattle in a Patagonia jacket,
                   G        F
They get it in the Bay in a plain white tee
Am              G
Hey mami! You a PYT!
C            G             F        Am
Wanna see me speak? Then I go go go go!
Am
Every time I get a beat I know I gotta beat it up,
                                 G
I bend it then I break it then I chop it and I eat it up,
C
And PETA would never approve of the way
                                G
I’ve been treating the music, I bleed it,
               Am
I bruise it, I kick it to the curb and then I’m sipping on my bourbon
                          G
I be freakin it doing it, keeping it moving
C                                     G
I’m picking apart the muscle when I’m thinking about the hustle but
    F
I’m nice! Nice.
 
{CHORUS x2}
Am              G           C    G  F    Am
Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for?
Am              G           C    G  F    Am
Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for?
 
{VERSE 2}
Am                         G
I jump the freeway median, I'm savage
C                                         G
Cause my mode is that I'm meaner than the average
Am                                               G
Like my teacher taught me when I heard the crowd applaud
C                  G               F   N.C.
I thought I was an atheist until I realized I'm a God
Am
It could hurt a bit when I murder shit
                     G
In a moment, I'll be tying off a tourniquet
C
When I burn them and I hit them in the sternum
                                   G
I don't even got to enter, but I'm gonna win the tournament
Am
That's what I'm all about
                          G
I do what I got to do and never gonna pout
C
And I hope that it would have been the end of it and I'm out
                                   G
But they never tend to give me the benefit of the doubt
Am
Ever since I was a little kid
                                      G
I know that I've been looking for the hot, hot spotlight
C
And if you really wonder what I think about the competition
          G
They were not-not-not tight
Am
I've been reading my scripture
                         G
Every photo bomber wanna be in my picture
C
And you better bet I'm living every single day
                            G
Like it's the motherfucking Catalina Wine Mixer
Am
Bada bing, bada boom!
                        G
When I walk in, I'm the king of the room
C
And I get it locked in like the king in a tomb
                             G
When I spit a toxin and they cough on the fumes
          Am   N.C.
Cause I'm back in the nick of time and attacking the fickle mind
 
I'm a jackal, I'll rip his hide, I'ma tackle him, pick a fight
 
I be Dracula, set to bite in the black of the bitter night
 
And I'm out, poof
 
{CHORUS x2}
Am              G           C    G  F    Am
Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for?
Am              G           C    G  F    Am
Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for?
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