Biquíni Vermelhinho (part. Costa Gold e Rafinha RSQ)
Era um biquíni vermelhinho com a marquinha de prainha
Que bundão, nem cabe na minha mão
Era um biquíni vermelhinho com a marquinha de prainha
Que bundão, nem cabe na minha mão
Que ela é dona do jogo, disso eu sei
Mal coloquei na minha língua e já fritei
Pique dona da favela, muito money
Amiga da Cardi B, tem casa em LA
Surfando no hype, não dá mais pra pegar
Igual, tu nunca vai comprar
Quê? Ah, tá
Vai
Era um biquíni vermelhinho com a marquinha de prainha
Que bundão, nem cabe na minha mão (vish)
Era um biquíni vermelhinho com a marquinha de prainha (caramba)
Que bundão (meu Deus), nem cabe na minha mão (Costa Gold)
Ó, licença pra chegar, né, salve Anitta
Se o dia tá lindo? Maravilha
Ela bota o biquininho e arebita
Como que não olha essa booty
Meu estilo é rude
Então bora focar no bumbum, né?
Ela joga no pique Olodum, tá?
E aprendeu com a vovó
O biquininho de bolinha
Mas hoje ela cresceu e exibe a marquinha
Era um biquíni bem por baixo da sainha
Vermelhinha, rosadinha, toda, toda molhadinha, perde a linha, patrão (meu Deus)
Meu Deus, que mulherão
Ela passa e vem por cima, por cima, por cima, empina, inclina
Se vira e vira, revira, cabeça pira
Ela gira e não para, não (não, não)
Meu Deus, é um avião (ai, meu Deus)
Taca, taca, taca, tá, ham
Essa bunda nunca pensa em parar, gira, gira
Bate, que bate, que bate, empina
Fala comigo, bebê, o que tu quiser fazer
Eu quero mil vezes mais que você
Rafinha RSQ
O quê? Nine no beat? Cê é loko
Era um biquíni vermelhinho com a marquinha de prainha
Que bundão, nem cabe na minha mão
Era um biquíni vermelhinho com a marquinha de prainha
Que bundão, nem cabe na minha mão
Era um biquíni vermelhinho com a marquinha de prainha
Ai, que bundão, nem cabe na minha mão
Era um biquíni vermelhinho com a marquinha de prainha
Ai, que bundão, nem cabe na minha mão
Little Red Bikini (feat. Costa Gold & Rafinha RSQ)
It was a little red bikini with a tan line from the beach
What a huge butt, it doesn't even fit in my hand
It was a little red bikini with a tan line from the beach
What a huge butt, it doesn't even fit in my hand
That she owns the game, that much I know
I barely put it on my tongue and it already fried
Pique, the owner of the favela, lots of money
Cardi B's friend, has a house in LA
Riding the hype, you can't catch it anymore
That's right, you'll never buy it
What? Oh, okay
Go
It was a little red bikini with a tan line from the beach
What a big butt, it doesn't even fit in my hand (yikes)
It was a little red bikini with a tan line from the beach (wow)
What a big ass (my God), it doesn't even fit in my hand (Costa Gold)
Oh, excuse me for coming here, right? Greetings to Anitta!
Is it a beautiful day? Wonderful!
She puts on her bikini and sticks it out
How can you not look at that booty?
My style is rough
So let's focus on the booty, shall we?
She plays in the Olodum style, okay?
And she learned it from her grandmother
The polka dot bikini
But today she's grown up and shows off the birthmark
It was a bikini underneath the skirt
Reddish, pinkish, all, all wet, loses her mind, boss (my God)
My God, what a woman!
She passes by and comes over, over, over, she arches her back, she leans forward
Turn and turn, twist and turn, head spins
She spins and doesn't stop, no (no, no)
Oh my God, it's a plane! (Oh my God!)
Taca, taca, taca, tá, ham
That booty never thinks of stopping, it spins and spins
Hit it, hit it, hit it, lift it up!
Talk to me, baby, whatever you want to do
I want it a thousand times more than you
Rafinha RSQ
What? Nine on the beat? You're crazy!
It was a little red bikini with a tan line from the beach
What a huge butt, it doesn't even fit in my hand
It was a little red bikini with a tan line from the beach
What a huge butt, it doesn't even fit in my hand
It was a little red bikini with a tan line from the beach
Oh, what a big butt, it doesn't even fit in my hand
It was a little red bikini with a tan line from the beach
Oh, what a big butt, it doesn't even fit in my hand
Escrita por: Rafinha RSQ / PredellA / Paul Vance / NOG / Leo Pockriss / André Nine