Set Ajc 2 (part. Duquesa, MC Luanna e LAI$ROSA)

Set AJC 2 (feat. MC Luanna, Duquesa and LAI$ROSA)

Hey, hey
Damn, huh? In this beats, iamlope$$ joked

In a top and miniskirt
Today I'm going to go on stage
I'll spit some rhymes
This is my profession (ay)

Security, don't stop me
He now accompanies me
So I don't cause a commotion
These are the evils of the function (ahn)

I have a lot of patience
So as not to ruin the deal
I'm not going to enter the game
What they want for me (ay)

I will sing what I want
I'm not going to join a record label
I'm going to set up my company
Gangstas do it like this

I'm on the verge of being everything
That one day they said
That I Julia would not be
How will they react?
When you turn on the TV
And see a little black key
That they saw on the street
But I just used to laugh (huh)

They play crazy
But do you know ajuliacosta?
This gift is undeniable
No need to pretend anymore (ay)

I'm making my rhyme
And I'm earning my share
And it's not because you're afraid
That I will cease to exist

Uh, uh
Breck, breck, blurry
Don't come demanding my attention
Since I don't owe you anything
fragile ego
I know these girls shake you up
To occupy a place
That for you to stay, you would humiliate yourself (huh)
Look at this bench
It remains intact
And they get confused
Attitudes with word and shovel
If you want to jump high
Jump high from your house
That little black girl from i30
It's passing through the hood and boom
Firm?
You know it's us who unravels
If you want I can send you the link
From ajuliacosta's kit
For you to be inspired by your neighborhood
And be hot
Key in the beat and kit
From the queen chavosa

My troop on the track always drags
It even looks like a carnival block
I'm the attraction they pay the least for
But who sells out at the party?
I don't upload a bankrupt male voucher
This guy's show is an asmr
Nobody moves, nobody jumps, just sleeps
If he fills the house, it looks like a daycare (fact)

They tell lies, they boast
I count money (huh)
I sign contract
Doing the whole day's work (huh)
It's just that in this rhyme class I was your teacher
You repeat the year, your grade is zero
DM open only to contractors
Businesswoman tip, invest in the right thing

My pussy doesn't blink
For your autotune so out of tune
Money is good and it's in my account
And who pays for me is the rhymes that I kill
I would listen to your work
But unfortunately, I find you so weak
Always the same thing
Who smokes, the whores who are self-interested and want to be by your side
But on the other hand, you're not wrong
The one who thinks it's pretty is wrong
The one who is giving you a stage is wrong
Wrong are the girls who see themselves as idols (yeah)
Yeah yeah
You hearin' the real bitch (uh, uh)

But it is a fact that he observes
Go, study my show
Because he makes a replica of the letter
Search for a strategy
And I leave this guy on the ground
When the subject is metrics
I break this fucking stage
I've always been above average
On Twitter, indirect
And he pays for himself in spades
On Instagram, you want my feat
Be willing to pay me
There is no point in blocking
Bitch, I'm everywhere
Nice to meet you, your new ref
It's me you're going to listen to

Business woman
Make money type
This bank bothers you
Because it will bring you to an end
I throw money up in the air
It looks like a scene from a movie
I don't hang around with that hood
He's a fake ass bitch (ha)
Fake ass bitch
It's just that you want to be on the team
You say you hate me
But I'm on the cover of your playlist
I leave you inspired
Put my sound on repeat
And with every sound I make
I'm getting richer yeah

Damn, iamlope$$ played around in that beat!