Picadilha de Favelado (part. MC Dr, MC Paiva Zs e MC Gl)

Slum Trickery (feat. MC Dr, MC Paiva Zs and MC Gl)

Slum trickery
Drake's camouflage is sealed g5
To go unnoticed in the frames
Phew, almost arrived late

If it's cold, it's nonsense
If it's hot, show the clowns
Gold diggers don't matter
I don't want those by my side

Today I became more subtle
Today I became captivating
The smile is shining
Like the diamond on the finger

It's a cut on Skank in the blunt
Long live the ignorant madame x6
A flash in my mind reminds me of the old days
When there was no malice, just fighting for kites

I grew up evolving every passing day
I hustled, made money, and also made my face
So fill up the whole tank, the true ones prevail
We're chilling and always with a full glass

Invading the dances, marking presence
Shaking hearts just like the scene

Look at the gangster walk, criminal style
Crocodile outfit, Oldilla calling me to disappear
Private party only with silicon
If it's tough, sleep
It's a rich folks' gathering

And for those who used to lock me up
Get scared by the sports car's roar
And the bitches who drink Label and Cîroc
And for those who envied, today won't envy anymore

I remembered who was there
Got thirsty with me, will drink from my water
I'm living and alive
I'm living and alive

Slum trickery
Drake's camouflage is sealed g5
To go unnoticed in the frames
Phew, almost arrived late (2x)

Because today there's a commotion and I was called
Party with the crazy ones and the allies
Even at home, I'm always dressed
Smoking and rolling another joint

I'm always high
But we're never just getting high
Selling, buying, spending, and earning
But always staying ahead

Look at us on the track
When they spot us, they're amazed
For their friends, there's always a friend
But if you prefer, both come with me

And if you want, squeeze into the Porsche, a race
It's not a joke
Call all of them, all the single ones
Our fun won't end

And they ask to get involved with us from the seven
They know the wolves of the pack are growling for the bitches
Look at the siren on the boots of these guys
In the Fireblade escape, I'm disappearing in the slum

The view, the slope, the fool won't catch
The size of this fool is the mouth of the .38
Marching on the bitches, on the nymphs of this party
Highlight the broken, comma in my heart

Submarine hits the hour, I'm pulling up
Rocket, I'm accelerating at full speed
Calmly, I passed, picked up some clothes at Anália Franco mall
And a kiss on the girl, then it's all good

Just to clarify that we're counting
A lot of intelligence and also a lot of willingness
Invading the lounges, we're dominating
Taking over the stage of this world

Slum trickery
Drake's camouflage is sealed g5
To go unnoticed in the frames
Phew, almost arrived late