Luxo & Crime (remix)

Rio de Janeiro's Plug (JayPluggz)

Luxury, crime, and drugs, bitch, that's my life
Grab the cargo, pack it (pack it)
The tough rooster leaves you with a twisted face
The tough hundred I rhymed in my store

Hey calicas, the calica, you're gonna get shot
Bitch, I'm wanted, photo with emoji on the face
The vibe ain't hitting, I'll drop seven more pills
Just a kilo of skunk, enemies in my blunt

Bitch, you know I'm a relic
On the shirt, a rhinoceros
I can't believe what I'm seeing
They wanna try with the Lord
These guys don't love life

I want luxury, crime, and drugs, bitch, that's my life
Grab the cargo, pack it (pack it)
The tough rooster leaves you with a twisted face
The tough hundred I rhymed in my store

Luxury, crime, and drugs, bitch, that's my life
Grab the cargo, pack it (pack it)
The tough rooster leaves you with a twisted face
The tough hundred I rhymed in my store

Colombian women line up at my door
I picked up grams in the morning
In the afternoon, I have kilos in the bag
You know, I don't play with these drugs

This shit comes from outside
Bitches say: Let's go, let's go
I warned that I would be mocking
Just kidding, I unlocked these five plates from the dude
I never got sad again, I'm smiling and trafficking

Best bitches, I put in a stronghold
It's the bullet train from the North, clicking on the rich girls
It's him and you know, you bitch
That young man who hit on your friends

Junkies calling me, they want what's in the bag
I'm on the corner of my area, business comes and goes
These bitches calling me, they're saying: Let's go, let's go
Oh little nymph, I've been famous since school days

I pass the plate to the comedian on another corner
Selling rich people's drugs, he'll put it in his nose
I'll tighten the extraction, I'm with the guys, with the bitch
They came from Khalifa, those little bottles of fine water

My time's up, now I'm going to the dance
Mocking with my chopper
And if the BOPE invade, I'll give an XJ escape
Hair disguised, it's the criminal they like

I want luxury, crime, and drugs, bitch, that's my life
Grab the cargo, pack it (pack it)
The tough rooster leaves you with a twisted face
The tough hundred I rhymed in my store

Hey calicas, the calica, you're gonna get shot
Bitch, I'm wanted, photo with emoji on the face
The vibe ain't hitting, I'll drop seven more pills
Just a kilo of skunk, enemies in my blunt