Festa Dos Cria
KayBlack
Party of the Kids
They want Caio Passos
Today is the party of the kids
Let them know there's candy, sweets, and MDMA in the mouths of the bitches
And they go crazy, take off their clothes, with a gym body
Everything changing color according to the taste of the colored water
I think it must be a breeze, I think it must be a breeze
She shakes her butt, in the wave of co-co, wanting to have an orgy
Squats and gives a blowjob, I know this is your hobby, naughty girl comes with her tongue
Sucks in the Benz seat, yeah
Throws some hundred notes, right?
She's eyeing my goods, bitch, wants to ride a teneré
There's a cloned card in my pocket, I take this bitch to Zara and buy her a gift (her)
I waste a lot of my life solving some gossip with my name in the favela
Forget about it, right? I just want to have fun, right? Today I'm with the real ones
Pour me another gin, yeah, I don't want gossip, I just want money
Today is the party of the kids
Let them know there's candy, sweets, and MDMA in the mouths of the bitches
And they go crazy, take off their clothes, with a gym body
Everything changing color according to the taste of the colored water
I think it must be a breeze, I think it must be a breeze
And she wants lean to slow down, I put everything in this white hoe
She told me: 'go ahead, put it on', She told me: 'go ahead, put it on'
She goes for cocaine and I go for chosen
I play Snow White on top of this Frozen
Frozen, Frozen, I like it when she looks at me making this pose (pose, pose, pose)
There's a cloned card in my pocket, I take this bitch to Zara and buy her a gift (her)
I waste a lot of my life solving some gossip with my name in the favela
Forget about it, right? I just want to have fun, right? Today I'm with the real ones
Pour me another gin, yeah, I don't want gossip, I just want money
Today is the party of the kids
Let them know there's candy, sweets, and MDMA in the mouths of the bitches
And they go crazy, take off their clothes, with a gym body
Everything changing color according to the taste of the colored water
I think it must be a breeze, I think it must be a breeze
They want Caio Passos
They want Caio Passos