AMOR BANDIDO (part. Oruam)
Hum-hum
J ponto Eskine, o gângster do arrocha
Falando de amor bandido, viu?
Porque gângster também ama, assim, ó
Ela posta story
Olha que decote
Bateu uma onda forte
Ela tem o popô grandão
Gostosa demais
Quer matar o papai
My Glock don't cry
Ela faz minha proteção, assim, ó
E hoje a gente fica
É romance passageiro, zero briga
Pego, puxo e panho mesmo, vai ser ligeiro
É sem preocupação lá no banheiro
Ou na cela da prisão
Foi um impulso
Não queria, mas nem te julgo
Só quis te usar
Sem pretexto, não vem me culpar
Sincero, pra não se apegar
Sem mídia pra não badalar, assim, ó
Fui de primeira, ela gamou e viciou, a foda encaixou
E, pro bandido, ela vem pedindo: Eskine, bota forte
Flexiona e quica na ponta da nove
Foi de primeira, ela gamou e viciou, a foda encaixou
E, pro gângster, ela vem pedindo: Eskine, bota forte
Flexiona e quica
Ela não assume que é minha fã
Quer dar pro Eskine e pro Oruam
Ela é de outro mundo, posta conteúdo
Pa ficar famosa no Instagram
Eu sou bandido, escuto arrocha
Final do baile, ela joga a xota
Na minha pistola
Vai, joga, joga
Vai, joga a xota
Na minha pistola
Ela só tinha um minuto, uma chance para impressionar
Quando tu balança a bunda, faz qualquer um se apaixonar
Não sabe amar, sabe sofrer
Só quer beber, faz esquecer os problema
Iludida, pensou que ia viver um conto de fada
Brotou lá em casa, só pau e água
Nessa safada, nessa safada, brotou lá em casa
Só pau e água
Fui de primeira, ela gamou e viciou, a foda encaixou
E, pro bandido, ela vem pedindo: Oruam, bota forte
Flexiona e quica na ponta da nove
Foi de primeira, ela gamou e viciou, a foda encaixou
E, pro gângster, ela vem pedindo: Eskine, bota forte
Flexiona e quica
GANGSTA LOVE (feat. Oruam)
Hum-hum
J dot Eskine, the gangster of arrocha
Talking about thug love, you see?
Because gangsters love too, like this, look
She posts a story
Look at that cleavage
A strong vibe hit me
She's got a big butt
Too damn hot
Wants to drive daddy crazy
My Glock don't cry
She's my protection, like this, look
And today we're hooking up
It's a fleeting romance, zero fights
I grab, pull, and take her for real, it'll be quick
It's no worries there in the bathroom
Or in the prison cell
It was an impulse
I didn't want to, but I don't even judge you
I just wanted to use you
No excuses, don't come blaming me
Being honest, so you don't get attached
No media so it doesn't get hyped, like this, look
First time, she fell for it and got addicted, the fuck was a perfect fit
And, for the thug, she comes asking: Eskine, put it in hard
She bends over and bounces on the tip of the nine
First time, she fell for it and got addicted, the fuck was a perfect fit
And, for the gangster, she comes asking: Eskine, put it in hard
She bends over and bounces
She doesn't admit she's my fan
Wants to give it to Eskine and to Oruam
She's from another world, posts content
To get famous on Instagram
I'm a thug, I listen to arrocha
At the end of the party, she throws her pussy
On my pistol
Go on, throw it, throw it
Go on, throw your pussy
On my pistol
She only had a minute, one chance to impress
When you shake your ass, you make anyone fall in love
Doesn't know how to love, knows how to suffer
Just wants to drink, it makes you forget the problems
Deluded, she thought she was going to live a fairytale
She showed up at my house, just dick and water
On that slut, on that slut, she showed up at my house
Just dick and water
First time, she fell for it and got addicted, the fuck was a perfect fit
And, for the thug, she comes asking: Oruam, put it in hard
She bends over and bounces on the tip of the nine
First time, she fell for it and got addicted, the fuck was a perfect fit
And, for the gangster, she comes asking: Eskine, put it in hard
She bends over and bounces