WTF

Lyrics
[Intro: Amber van Day & HUGEL] Ba-rah, ba-ra-rah, bum-bum, ba-da Ba-rah, ba-ra-rah, bum-bum, ba-da We gonna make the girls dance [Verse 1: Amber van Day] Ain't lookin' for enemies, but I ain't playin' nice (Mh-mhm) The way you testin' me and look me in the eyes (Yeah) Want some of my own candy, I love to see you try (Mhm) Ain't nothin' real about the way you look tonight (Ooh, aight) [Pre-Chorus: Amber van Day] 'Cause I know in the morning you'll be wakin' up all alone (Oh-oh) Posin' all over your story with nothin' to hold but your phone (Oh-oh) You got it ba-a-ad all over your hea-ea-ead Girl, you obse-e-essed, ohh-oh (Ohh-oh, ooh) [Chorus: Amber van Day] Think that you cool, but you ain't got a crown Be watchin' and learnin' 'cause I show you how Lookin' at me, like you want my man [Drop: Amber van Day] What the fuck? (Ayy, ayy) What the fuck? (Ayy, ayy) What the fuck? (Ayy, ayy) What the fuck? (Ayy, ayy) [Verse 2: Amber van Day] Ain't lookin' for drama, promise I'm not gon' compete (Ohh) So keep on movin' 'cause you got nothin' on me (Woo) Now, what you know about karma (Ayy), oh I heard she ain't so sweet (Ain't so sweet) Get yourself out of the club if you can't take the heat (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Pre-Chorus: Amber van Day] 'Cause I know in the morning you'll be wakin' up all alone Posin' all over your story with nothin' to hold but your phone You got it ba-a-ad all over your hea-ea-ead Girl, you obse-e-essed, ohh-oh (Oh-ohh) [Chorus: Amber van Day] Think that you cool, but you ain't got a crown Be watchin' and learnin' 'cause I show you how Lookin' at me, like you want my man [Drop: Amber van Day] What the fuck? (Ayy, ayy) What the fuck? (Ayy, ayy) What the fuck? (Ayy, ayy) What the fuck? (Ayy, ayy) What the fuck? (Ba-rah, ba-ra-rah, bum-bum, ba-da) What the fuck? (Ba-rah, ba-ra-rah, bum-bum, ba-da) What the fuck? (Ba-rah, ba-ra-rah, bum-bum, ba-da) What the fuck? (Ba-rah, ba-ra-rah, bum-bum, ba-da) [Outro: HUGEL & Amber van Day] Another beat, another banger We out here unitin' the hip-hop and the house HUGEL, haha, for sure Brr, squat What the fuck?
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Credits
- Writers
- Sam Brennan
- HUGEL
- Charles Aznavour
- Amber Van Day