Tenho Que Comer (part. EF e Lil Darkie)
Doomshop, motherfucker
Doomshop, motherfucker
Sabe, eu, sabe, eu não leio revista, mas eu levo a magazine
Não vai adiantar cê falar, você é ruim
Fala meu nome, sabe que eu vou te consumir igual cupim
O EF tá carregando a TEC, se me trombar, sabe, é seu fim
Não fica parado, sabe, cê vai levar ripa
Antes olha pro meu passado, EF não perde briga
Tipo, eu já tô de campana, eu quebro suas perna no tango
Eu sei que cê não vai aguentar, te bato enquanto como Fan, te bato enquanto como Fandangos
L-I-L D-A-R-K-I-E up on the beat
Smokin so much heat, that type of shit that make you take a seat
Chillin in Brazil with all my boys, we might go hit the beach
Speakin Portuguese, eu tenho que comer, I gotta eat
Load the chopper, when I write, the magazine go Thoo-thoo-thoo-thoo-thoo
Hatin on the wave, but you nobody, lil bitch, who are you?
Im with Ugo and EF, we makin hits up in the stu
To São Paulo from the LBC, no driving, bitch, I flew
Pu-pu-pu, vem, drive-by na merda do opositor
Você tá muito ruim, acho que tá precisando de um doutor
Passando de carro—passando de carro com a arma pra fora do vidro
Você viu e se mijou (Você viu e se mijou)
Ugão tá no toque do volante, EF tá no toque da peça
Darkie tá no toque da, Darkie tá no toque da leva
Droga, agora é a hora, bitch
Pu-pu-puxa a merda do gatilho e atira na cara, bitch
Eu não ligo pra porra nenhuma
Eu não ligo—eu não ligo pra porra nenhuma (Po-po-po)
Eu não ligo pra porra nenhuma
Eu não ligo—eu não ligo pra porra nenhuma
I Gotta Eat (feat. EF and Lil Darkie)
Doomshop, motherfucker
Doomshop, motherfucker
You know, I, you know, I don't read magazines, but I carry the magazine
It won't help if you say you're tough
Say my name, you know I'll devour you like a termite
EF is packing the TEC, if you cross paths with me, you know it's your end
Don't stand still, you're gonna get hit
First, look at my past, EF never loses a fight
Like, I'm already on the lookout, I break your legs in the tango
I know you won't handle it, I hit you while eating Fan, I hit you while eating Fandangos
L-I-L D-A-R-K-I-E up on the beat
Smokin so much heat, that type of shit that make you take a seat
Chillin in Brazil with all my boys, we might go hit the beach
Speakin Portuguese, I gotta eat, I gotta eat
Load the chopper, when I write, the magazine go Thoo-thoo-thoo-thoo-thoo
Hatin on the wave, but you nobody, lil bitch, who are you?
Im with Ugo and EF, we makin hits up in the stu
To São Paulo from the LBC, no driving, bitch, I flew
Pu-pu-pu, come, drive-by on the damn opponent
You're really bad, I think you need a doctor
Driving by—driving by with the gun out the window
You saw it and peed yourself (You saw it and peed yourself)
Ugo's on the wheel, EF's on the trigger
Darkie's on the move, Darkie's on the move
Damn, now's the time, bitch
Pu-pu-pull the damn trigger and shoot in the face, bitch
I don't give a damn about anything
I don't care—I don't care about anything (Po-po-po)
I don't care about anything
I don't care—I don't care about anything