Roupa Cara (part. MC Paiva)

Expensive sneakers, expensive clothes, branded
Little talk, I'm armed, I'm in the area
Thoroughbred, my Ferrari, comes from Italy
They dream, you vetim so angry

Summary of my conversation, let's get to the point
I have a gemessa, fried palms, spring
In a Panamera, flying like a hang glider
My Faithful presses, I run to my parallel

Swiss watch, at Fiel another disappearance
Never do I leave a trace, I can't drag myself away
They think I don't exist, if they want to have me, cast a spell
The whores saw my addiction, green beak is sweet, they will love it

Two pistols in my waist, several pistols, I wasn't intimidated
I think they forgot that our wall
It's steel, it's a fact that I armored my Cayenne
If I'm on the run it's because I have a hostage

My foot is heavy, it goes from 0 to 100
It was all scaled, planned
At the end of the story, we will get along fine
I've dreamed of having a Royce, money and good clothes
Today I live in reality

Shut up, girl, my menu is full
Pedal and send another one
Pussy delicacy, like whiskey, I've already tried them all

Expensive sneakers, expensive clothes, branded
Little talk, I'm armed, I'm in the areas
Thoroughbred, my Ferrari comes from Italy
They dream, you vetim so angry

Expensive sneakers, expensive clothes, branded
Little talk, I'm armed, I'm in the areas
Thoroughbred, my Ferrari comes from Italy
They dream, you vetim so angry