Jimmy Mau

I play terror in the city
There's a Glock on your belt
Always enjoying the wave, surfing in a wild car
It's Jimmy Boy, it's Bad Jimmy

It's the terror of the cops
Living the dangerous profession
Shooting with a rifle
Carrying all that the same, packing the same portion

I've already put it in my head
There's no one who says I can't
Who says I can't
Try with me
You won't be in danger
I'm in the dangerous profession

There's no one who says I can't
Who says I can't
Try with me
You won't be in danger
I'm in the dangerous profession

High on the street
Looking at the night, it's dawn
Thinking about high stuff
And still thinking about nothing

When I come back from the hangout
Walking in the dark night
Me and the balloon
Me and this moon
Me and my problems
Me and my craziness

I accelerate a lot when I'm on the highway
On the yellow line, it's like Ayrton Senna
And I'm really high
I'm craving for a hit
Miss when money was my biggest problem

I accelerate a lot
Me and my craziness
Drive the car wild
Me and my craziness

I accelerate a lot
Me and my craziness
Drive the car wild
Me and my craziness

Little soldier who trades firm and addicted to the shift
Calling a gold digger to screw in the shack
Posting wild car hangouts, with a gun in hand
The 12-hour system never fails in the shift

Playing terror in the city
There's a Glock on your belt
Always enjoying the wave, surfing in a wild car
It's Jimmy Boy, it's Bad Jimmy

It's the terror of the cops
Living the dangerous profession
Shooting with a rifle
Carrying all that the same, packing the same portion

Living the dangerous profession
Shooting with a rifle
Carrying all that the same, packing the same portion

Living the dangerous profession
Shooting with a rifle