Clima Tropicau (feat. Pika)

If you have what color, you don't have what color anymore
You fake niggas, you have no obligation to live your life
Pô nha son ta toka na si karu, N ka konxe-s
Obi so nha rhyme, N know but N is surprised

The climate is tropical, and my heart is in my mouth
S'u da-m tóki N ta moka-u, undi N bai, N ta leba-u
Sufrimentu N ten ki tra-l, ten momentus bon i mau
Kel k'u kre, You can't give it to me, You can't spend a thousand sticks
If you meet me, nigga, there's no way out
Don't tene gana smoke, 'u fight ku nha manu Pika
I don't know what to do if I have to wait for you to break through
I have consumed my ideas for a clean kitchen

I know that when you give a lot, the lady doesn't separate
But her ass is like drugs, she won't let me go
It doesn't leave my head, it sleeps on my pillow
Of all the women I've had, you were the naughtiest lady

[Pika]
Ami is not in mine, ku kes nigga is not read
Sénpri na di-meu, I'm not so ta kema nha padjinha
N prifiri jira solu du ki jira ku fuinha
If you give me the desire, I don't care about the girl
Yeah, nha niggas are alright, yeah, nha niggas are alright
Baby, txiga pertu, ben kurti nha vibe
Baby girl, slow whine (Slow whine), slow whine (Slow)
Baby, txiga pertu, ben kurti nha vibe
Nigga, nigga, you're fed up
Sénpri ki mi N txiga, baby, N ta kauza-u inpákutu
Skodje kel k'u meste pamô oji é tudu pagu
And fla-m m'e kre travels, nton nu baza pa nha kuartu
I don't know, I don't know how to go out without stopping
Txeu nigas na nha back, ma nu ka sta prakupadu
Niggas who don't feed gossip are spitting on the plate
You have to give me a gift, friendship is cheap (it's cheap, it's cheap)

I know that when you give a lot, the lady doesn't separate
But her ass is like drugs, she won't let me go
It doesn't leave my head, it sleeps on my pillow
Of all the women I've had, you were the naughtiest lady
I know that when you give a lot, the lady doesn't separate
But her ass is like drugs, she won't let me go
It doesn't leave my head, it sleeps on my pillow
Of all the women I've had, you were the naughtiest lady

Tropical climate nigga
Oji N ta take-u
Tropical climate
Oji N ta moka-u

If you have what color, you don't have what color anymore
You fake niggas, you have no obligation to live your life
Pô nha son ta toka na si karu, N ka konxe-s
Obi so nha rhyme, N know but N is surprised

If you have what color, you don't have what color anymore
You fake niggas, you have no obligation to live your life
Pô nha son ta toka na si karu, N ka konxe-s
Obi so nha rhyme, N know but N is surprised

Tropical climate nigga
Oji N ta take-u
Tropical climate
Oji N ta moka-u