Nunca vendeu maconha (feat. MC Yoshi)

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Never sold marijuana
Never sold marijuana

We smoke, smoke, it never ends
Limitless troublemaker
Gets home brazenly
And says he has conjunctivitis
But the excuse of a disabled person is a crutch
A blunder is taking a blind person to the movies
To roll a seven-day candle
Haha, it caused a big problem
And after getting high, it turned into smoke
Rose to the head

On the fourth hit, my man
I swear I saw Xuxa
Smell it, stay in peace
I guarantee it's interesting

On the fifth hit
I saw Lady Gaga dancing funk
What the hell is this?
I'm seeing another hallucination

On the sixth hit, I saw Justin Bieber
Kissing a black man

On the seventh hit
My red eyes zigzagged
And I saw myself legalizing
Along with Amy Winehouse

On the eighth hit
Nothing made sense anymore
I saw Hebe Camargo running naked
Yelling: Daleste, give me a little kiss
On top of a colorful goat

On the ninth, I saw another strange thing
Roberto Carlos singing
I like it more than lasagna

And out of nowhere
There was Woody Woodpecker, Bob Marley, and Chaves
Smoking poisonous herb
From the green cannabis

I was quiet as a table
I don't want my mind sane anymore
I saw Faustão turning the tables
In panties and a bra

I couldn't resist
And took the tenth hit
But I didn't hallucinate
Because I fell down the stairs

And there on the floor, looking at the ceiling
I saw the rain and the moon
The moon was a lamp
And the leaks were rain

What a crazy poor
Crazy poor
I only drank Red Bull to ease it
A kilo, a seven-day candle
It takes a week to finish

What a crazy poor
Crazy poor
I only drank Red Bull to ease it
A kilo, a seven-day candle
It takes a week to finish

Each hit was a breeze
And each madness was a puff
Seven-day candle
Yielded seven thousand and 600 hits

Who said money
Doesn't grow on trees
Never sold marijuana
Come to my world
And I'll teach you to like it more than lasagna

Who likes, likes
Who doesn't like, doesn't know
The rest is fashion, because the fuck is
Yoshi and Daleste, yes

I'm calm
But I'm not alone
With my little red eyes
Like a little Japanese

Answer me
How can a plant make me happy
With a numb body
Sitting on the sand, I stayed calm
Because it's not a crime
Stay stoned all day
Because the real crime
Is stealing the buzz from the buddies

And for everything
Turn up the volume
To disguise our table
It's tutti-frutti gum
Put on Juliet to look cool
Then we stop the dance
There's a ride, just calling
My Nextel Ferrari

Call Daleste, Bob Marley
Also Che Guevara
It makes fog wherever it goes
And leaves a trail wherever it passes

Smoke Squadron
Resurrects, green commands
Who said money
Doesn't grow on trees
Never sold marijuana

Who said money
Doesn't grow on trees
Never sold marijuana
Come to my world
And I'll teach you to like it more than lasagna

Who likes, likes
Who doesn't like, doesn't know
The rest is fashion, because the fuck
Is Daleste and Yoshi

Who said money
Doesn't grow on trees
Never sold marijuana
Come to my world
And I'll teach you to like it more than lasagna

Who likes, likes
Who doesn't like, doesn't know
The rest is fashion, because the fuck
Is Daleste and Yoshi