QUEM?

Just that I'm really afraid of falling in love
This movie has already played in my life
And you're helping me get over it
I don't want to be a bad guy in your life
Let it happen

I have cash in my bag
A stack of hundred-dollar bills
I swear, I try to make a name for myself
While he talks and he's nobody

Who? Who's gonna come at us?
Baby draco in the backpack
The comb looks like a cane

Sorry, my love
Sometimes I'm inconvenient
I talk crap in my tracks
But I swear, I'm not always like that

I'm always with my gang
But I still feel lonely
I miss the bitch
Pussy the color of a danoninho

Coke hitting this bitch's head
Who does she love more?
The coke or me? (Who?)
B-Bitch, I don't want a dispute

AK singing a lot
I'll take him to The Voice
Porto a blic hidden
Ready for any K.O

Medicines hidden in the car's glove compartment
If this dude exposes the scheme, he'll hear the scream
This anemic bitch is iron deficient
Your gang's funeral, that's why the gang is in suits

I have cash in my bag
A stack of hundred-dollar bills
I swear, I try to make a name for myself
While he talks and he's nobody

Who? Who's gonna come at us?
Baby draco in the backpack
The comb looks like a cane

Sorry, my love
Sometimes I'm inconvenient
I talk crap in my tracks
But I swear, I'm not always like that

I'm always with my gang
But I still feel lonely
I miss the bitch
Pussy the color of a danoninho

Vibe dropped (but she came back
When I remembered)
That I'm still not rich
That there's still a lot of money to make

Drip-drip PIX in my account
Bitch, so many stacks in my bag
That I can build a house

Bitch, you climb on my dick
Put a pill on your tongue
And sit while blurring my vision

B-B-Bitch skids on the track
Blonde bitch with green eyes
Just like the color of my ninja (kawasaki)

I cut these streets
Like a Maserati
I chase the money
Like Tom and Jerry

I fuck your pussy
Tastes like blueberry
I fuck my lungs
With the flavor of Marlboro

He talks a lot, I pull out the sig sauer
5G in the blunt, I get high on Mars
I don't trust the bank, I keep it on the shelf
I don't care about your diss, you're irrelevant!

I have cash in my bag
A stack of hundred-dollar bills
I swear, I try to make a name for myself
While he talks and he's nobody

Who? Who's gonna come at us?
Baby draco in the backpack
The comb looks like a cane

Sorry, my love
Sometimes I'm inconvenient
I talk crap in my tracks
But I swear, I'm not always like that

I'm always with my gang
But I still feel lonely
I miss the bitch
Pussy the color of a danoninho

Let it happen naturally
I don't want to see you cry
Let love find us
Our case will eternalize
Let