Chovendo Inimigo (feat. Mojjo)

Tell me what I do
If I was born for all this
And all this was born to come to my hand
Ah there!
Today the ships parade
And there's already a line saying I clone cards

That one there no longer has a heart
And if he says I love you, it's in vain
What's the deal with this situation?
It's that happiness is in my mattress
It's for crime, hold the article
Put on a vest, here comes ammunition
I know it's raining enemies
But my mother has the power of prayer

I liked this life of cars, music, and women
Big wheels with thin profile, right?
You know what it is

Go walking and bouncing, and bam
It's catching attention
The ladies smiling: Hello!
Ow! Hold back the emotion

I'm for crime without being a criminal
I'm talking about love and I don't even love
We only live in convenience
With the cars parked and the bass blasting
These ladies don't want to go home
And my glass is already empty
I'm smiling at those who want my kiss
And frowning at those who wish me harm

I want the Mustangs, I want the Corvettes
I want the Opalas, I want the Hornets
I want those from the North, I want those from the 7
The ones from Recanto and the ones from Sudoeste

The Opalas, the Hornets
The ones from the North, the ones from the 7
Recanto and Sudoeste

The Mustangs, the Corvettes
The Opalas, the Hornets
Recanto and Sudoeste