DIOR (feat. Major RD)

Ah, ah

I bought a collection for the Christian Dior bitch
I can be the man of your life, or I can be the worst
It's that I'm in my rush, today I don't have time
Don't come to demand posture if you don't have it
And today my little ride is a Panamera
I was crossing Barra, explaining the whole guide
Who touched the showcase with several models?
Some tanned paty, who dyes her hair
Why do you want to know my name?
Call me your man (Young)
The one who only puts you and disappears
Annoyed face, always stylish
Ten hours fucking, still smelling good
Solid gold, look at my chain (Patek)
Tattooed face, grillz on teeth
Flying on the shore, two hundred per hour (Vroom)
She's bouncing, the track doesn't even have speed bumps

Ayy, my God, I always want what makes me feel good
A Glock in the seat of my Benz (Benz, Benz, Benz)
Ayy, stacking bundles with my gang
I throw all these notes in my jeans (in my jeans)

Warrant doesn't go unnoticed, so fucked up
Fight with the devil, only you don't mess with me
Mainstreet is violent, just psycho
Thirty-three artists, but twenty are fugitives (Ayy, ayy)
My brother unloads the clip if he sees the Corolla
I have the plate covered, twelve springs
I hear a lot of comments: Your company is awesome
There are some comedians who don't like it, but the girls love it
With this hair I sing love, I'm not Djavan
Matuê cousin eater, I fan eater
Just put the name on the list and wait for me in the van
Say my voice excites you and it's a dream
Wind in my face, I'm going against traffic
Smoking seventy, like ten lungs
To walk with me you have to be pure
It's always double the bitch for each brother (ah)
The spotlight doesn't fool me
These VVS come from the mud
Bottle of Hennessy and Buchanan's
I came from another week
Just don't take pictures with those who pay
Don't explain, I'm the new guy on the boat

Ayy, my God, I always want what makes me feel good
A Glock in the seat of my Benz (Benz, Benz, Benz)
Ayy, stacking bundles with my gang
I throw all these notes in my jeans (in my jeans)

Hey, prr
Rock, Rock
Hrr, hrr
Ayy

I bought a collection for the Christian Dior bitch (hey)
I tried to be the man of your life, damn, I was the worst
I'm always in a hurry, in the movement
Trying to be the best here, I live in training
And yesterday was just a little ride in Itajaí (prr)
I don't even shift gears anymore, she does it for me
Just send the address, I'm popping up there (hey)
And separate two friends, I'm taking the BIN (prr)
Why do you want to know my name?
Call me Bradock (hrr)
The one who fucks you listening to Rock
Always well dressed and the shiny chain
Like a minefield, if you step on me I explode
And my hair is snowy, but I'm not Gohan
Matuê cousin eater and I fan eater
Just give a shout in the DM on Instagram (hey)
If I'm not in Vilar, I'll be in Xamã
Why are you looking for fame?
This weak Rap doesn't fool me (hey)
We already know your dad has money
Snore and we'll surf you
She asks to sit on the torch (prr)
Twisting for the new guys on the boat
Ah, ah

Ayy, my God, I always want what makes me feel good
A Glock in the seat of my Benz (Benz, Benz, Benz)
Ayy, stacking bundles with my gang
I throw all these notes in my jeans (in my jeans)