MEMÓRIA (feat. Derek)

(Aklipe)

Yeah, ham
The Sun makes the curtain transparent
Inside the trap house (yeah), light up
A little black girl who is like Lumena
It's in contact as usual

(Sit) yeah
Feel the impact of hollow platinum bullets
New Versace slides
It even looks like a Senninha sandal
(Fighting Pitbull) Fighting Pitbull
But when I arrived, he became Lassie (Lassie)
I make noise when the man breaks, man, let's see if he shows up (will he?)

My bro wears a strap, to make sure he doesn't have stress
I nicknamed my 9mm memory, because what you see doesn't forget
Everyone is running after me
I feel like Denílson against Turkey

I'm focused on the block
And I play, I work, like it's Monday every day
I can't take any nonsense from a boy (Nah, Nah)
I can't

I showed Derek, I'm rich and young
He said: Indeed, you are one of ours
She remembers me when she lies down like a debt, ham
Say that I'm the man of your life, ham

But I never believe in lies
And as pretty as she is, she's cynical, huh
I went in the middle with the Machine Gun, Gun
Making all the smoke in the van, van, van (van)

Scaring the shit out of kids, like Shao Kahn
Throwing sauce in the trap, like Jacquin

(Derek)

Hm, Ham
Teeth shining like LED
My girlfriend, she's quite the slut
I always leave it assembled

It's just that she has plastic surgery, but she's not Gretchen
My bro with the pasta, it's not spaghetti
We have contacts from north to east
I know this pussy wanted to be me

He takes Dollynho, he only snores on the net
Yeah yeah
Don't put tobacco in the joint
Yeah yeah
It's just that the blunt makes the guy light

It's just that the blunt makes the guy light
I have some designs, but I'm not an architect
Broke Boy, I don't even want to come close
Broke Boy, I don't even want to come close

It's just that marijuana makes me sincere
Your sound makes me bored
Your sound makes me bored
This bro in high school

Your sound makes me bored
This bro in high school
Be careful, these streets are tense
Want to do a trap, ask me for a blessing