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Yeah, Counting the naughtiness
One, you look me in the eye
Two, you start taking off your clothes (yeah)
Running your hand over my body
Three, smoking a lucky one your head is spinning
From zero to a hundred very fast (ahn)
Whiskey makes me dizzy
Four, in my room is the position you like the most
Five hints on Twitter about last night
Six of your friends calling me wanting to fuck
Seven, line up and come one at a time

The bitches in this city know my address
But no one knows these bitches like I do
If they all want me, I want them the same way
I got rich because even to be happy there's a price
Smile on my face when I buy these designer clothes
Inside this Honda it's impossible not to get stopped at a blitz
And I accelerate
I know they're racist they want to incriminate me
Just because I'm black
She just wants to give me pussy
Because she knows I'm the one who takes you properly
São Paulo getting cold, ye
Impossible to sleep alone, ye
She knows what she does to me
When she moans in my ear
Your performance tonight
From 0 to 10 your grade is 11
I think it has a life of its own
That giant ass of yours

Hey, hi, blogger
When are you going to start spreading the word that you're no longer single
That when it's my turn you want to do it your way
Your DM is full, but I know it's me you want for life
Post for your ex and show what he lost
Tell the fan base that I'm in charge now
For the gossip site, it's all about me
And those who like your stories, I don't think they understand
That it's me
Get out, get out
You called, let's go
But if you touch on the wrong subject, then we ignore you

I posted a photo, you liked it
On Instagram you keep reacting
You told your friends that I'm no good, but you keep sitting
I don't understand, she's a bad bitch
I call her a bitch
In bed, because she loves it
If she laughs, the pussy cries
And at the party we bump into each other
Damn, what a hot girl
Come over to smoke a joint
You like a joint as well
You know, I break you in half
I'm not broken anymore
Without an ex is boring and ugly
Fuck other people's envy
For you, middle finger
If you stop in front, I'll run over you, I have no brakes

Yeah, Counting the naughtiness
One, you look me in the eye
Two, you start taking off your clothes (yeah)
Running your hand over my body
Three, smoking a lucky one your head is spinning
From zero to a hundred very fast (ahn)
Whiskey makes me dizzy
Four, in my room is the position you like the most
Five hints on Twitter about last night
Six of your friends calling me wanting to fuck
Seven, line up and come one at a time