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Cupid's Fault

Pabllo Vittar

Culpa do Cupido

Cê vai pensar em mim a semana inteira
Num lençol de seda, amor, com flor de pérola
Minha flecha tem sabor de sexo cereja
Na sua pantera, amor, eu viro selva

O meu popô é bem avantajado e vai te pegar, mozão
Ai, meu bem, me bota com carinho pra eu acostumar, uh
Meu popô é bem avantajado e vai te pegar, mozão
Ai, meu bem, me bota com carinho pra eu acostumar

Se tu provou, gostou, chorou
O que tenho a ver com isso?
Foi culpa do cupido, amor, amor
Foi culpa do cupido

Se tu provou, gostou, chorou
O que tenho a ver com isso?
Foi culpa do cupido, amor, amor
Foi culpa do cupido

Foi culpa do cu, foi culpa do cu
Foi culpa do cupido
Foi culpa do cu, foi culpa do cu
Foi culpa do cupido

Foi culpa do cu, foi culpa do cu
Foi culpa do cupido
Foi culpa do cu, foi culpa do cu
Foi culpa do cupido

Cupid's Fault

You will think of me the whole week
In a silk sheet, love, with pearl flower
My arrow tastes like cherry sex
In your panther, love, I turn into a jungle

My booty is quite big and will get you, darling
Oh, my love, put me gently so I can get used to it, uh
My booty is quite big and will get you, darling
Oh, my love, put me gently so I can get used to it

If you tried, liked, cried
What do I have to do with it?
It was Cupid's fault, love, love
It was Cupid's fault

If you tried, liked, cried
What do I have to do with it?
It was Cupid's fault, love, love
It was Cupid's fault

It was the ass's fault, it was the ass's fault
It was Cupid's fault
It was the ass's fault, it was the ass's fault
It was Cupid's fault

It was the ass's fault, it was the ass's fault
It was Cupid's fault
It was the ass's fault, it was the ass's fault
It was Cupid's fault

Escrita por: Lukinhas / Raphael Andrade / Pablo Bispo / Ruxell / Maffalda / Zebu