Chovendo Inimigo (part. Mojjo)
Me diz o que eu faço
Se eu nasci pra isso tudo
E isso tudo nasceu pra vim pra minha mão
Ah lá!
Hoje as nave desfila
E já tá tendo fila falando que eu clono cartão
Esse aí já não tem coração
E se fala te amo, é em vão
Qual que é dessa situação?
É que a felicidade tá no meu colchão
Tá pro crime, segura o artigo
Põe colete que vem munição
Eu sei que tá chovendo inimigo
Mas minha mãe tem poder de oração
Eu gostei dessa vida de carro, som e mulher
Roda grande com perfil finin, né
Tá ligado qual é
Vai andando e quicando, e pá
Vai chamando atenção
As doninha sorrindo: Olá!
Ow! Segura a emoção
Tô pro crime sem ser criminoso
Tô falando de amor e nem amo
Nós só vive na conveniência
Com os carro parado e o grave esbagaçando
Essas dona não querem ir pra casa
E meu copo já tá no final
Tô sorrindo pra quem quer meu beijo
E fechando a cara pra quem quer meu mal
Quero os Mustang, quero as Corvette
Quero os Opala, quero as Hornet
Quero as da Norte, quero as da 7
As do Recanto e as do Sudoeste
Os Opala, as Hornet
As da Norte, as da 7
Recanto e Sudoeste
Os Mustang, as Corvette
Os Opala, as Hornet
Recanto e Sudoeste
Raining Enemies (feat. Mojjo)
Tell me what I do
If I was born for all this
And all this was born to come to my hand
Ah there!
Today the ships parade
And there's already a line saying I clone cards
That one there no longer has a heart
And if he says I love you, it's in vain
What's the deal with this situation?
It's that happiness is in my mattress
It's for crime, hold the article
Put on a vest, here comes ammunition
I know it's raining enemies
But my mother has the power of prayer
I liked this life of cars, music, and women
Big wheels with thin profile, right?
You know what it is
Go walking and bouncing, and bam
It's catching attention
The ladies smiling: Hello!
Ow! Hold back the emotion
I'm for crime without being a criminal
I'm talking about love and I don't even love
We only live in convenience
With the cars parked and the bass blasting
These ladies don't want to go home
And my glass is already empty
I'm smiling at those who want my kiss
And frowning at those who wish me harm
I want the Mustangs, I want the Corvettes
I want the Opalas, I want the Hornets
I want those from the North, I want those from the 7
The ones from Recanto and the ones from Sudoeste
The Opalas, the Hornets
The ones from the North, the ones from the 7
Recanto and Sudoeste
The Mustangs, the Corvettes
The Opalas, the Hornets
Recanto and Sudoeste