Ritmo do Crime (part. LUDMILLA)

Lambo at the door, Glock without a door, profit moves me
(Crime rhythm, trap rhythm)
Grab the lighter, light it up, pull and pass the ball
She sucks me off high

She called her friends while giving me head
Does she trust me too much?
Getting high on tequila
Still drunk from last night's party
She's a fan, likes to please me
No one needs to know (secrecy)

Most respected graffiti
In the four corners of the room
Making money hand over fist
Context of a lawbreaker
Dude, trap sets me free
Made me rich, made her move her ass

You can leave a mark on whoever you want
Just don't forget to bring that load with the deals
Grab my chain and the Rolexes in the bag
That's inside yesterday's Prada suitcase

Lambo at the door, Glock without a door, profit moves me
(Crime rhythm, trap rhythm)
Grab the lighter, light it up, pull and pass the ball
She sucks me off high

I'm Numanice, from funk to trap I feel comfortable
Don't look to the side, it's the gang passing by
The most expensive black girl in town (too expensive)
It's hard to catch her style (yeah)
It's hard to make the money bag (never get it)
It's hard for you to admit that it was God and talent and never luck

Villain
Ludbrisa, playing on her I'll go until morning
You begging, asking to one day get in my van
Stop, they want to live a lavish life
Dirty little blogger, wants to earn Versace, with me wants to dance naked

Rough, that's what she calls me
Nothing can shake our plot
I always made it clear that I value and love my lady very much
Swimming in the Maldives with the black girl by my side
And then we mess up the bed

Lambo at the door, Glock without a door, profit moves me
(Crime rhythm, trap rhythm)
Grab the lighter, light it up, pull and pass the ball
She sucks me off high