FEFA (feat. TrapLaudo, MC Dena e MC GP)

It's the Fefa, you know, DJ?

After all, who's in charge, sets fire to Sampa
Showing off to the ladies that it's us
With the cash, with dollars, with the hottest chicks
Curious friend, wanting to hook up
It's not always clear, the name is not even mentioned
But I don't care, she wants to hook up
Fire in the São Paulo night
She smiled when she saw Fefa shining
Broke this badass' heart
4M City, ah, no speak English
Oh, baby, suck my dick, oh
At the rave, she wants it three times
Three days turned, hanging out online

In Angra, rev up that Ferrari
In Angra, this b*tch wants to speed up
In Angra, rev up that Ferrari
In Angra, this b*tch wants to speed up

In the night jet, in the seas of Angra
My lighthouse, Cyclops, marijuana effect
Two ice cubes in the thug's glass
Sipping the shot, heating up the pure whiskey
Moving forward, more mature, plays easy like Ronaldo
If it's a bet, if it's a bank, it's a thousand in the balance
Sweaty in bed, effect of good sex
Threesome, me, her, and marijuana
Party, babe smoking in my Ferrari
On the yacht, sixty feet, I'm smooth
My carats, heavy like Hari's lyrics
Rare, it was parading in a Ferrari

Stabilizing everything
I told you, babe, I come from the underworld
We're first on the podium, dominating everything
Thug style, and they think it's fair
See my rough side, speeding everything up
Baby, I'm from the world
Black Ferrari, lead
With the tough black guys
Who go deep
Dive into the sea of illusion
Know that being with me is profit
Know there's money in the pocket
Want to hang out with me in Angra
Jet therapy with the black guys
Dressed in designer, smelling good
Big gold chain on the chest
With the babe, just balloons along the shore
Sex high on ice

In Angra, rev up that Ferrari
In Angra, this b*tch wants to speed up
In Angra, rev up that Ferrari
In Angra, this b*tch wants to speed up

A million in the suitcase changed my destiny
Did a responsible job, now it's just smiles
I'm not on the dangerous narrow street anymore
Mom, this Christmas will have a feast, rich food
Four gold rings, an absurd chain
A slap in the face, wet, b*tch
In a plateless Macan, near Barra Funda
Tearing through the night in search of madness
We used to roll on bikes
And it was all a scam
I used to be a companion of desire, of the bad times
In the garage, the Ferrari and a Ducati
Disbelievers will be dazzled by my light

Old mustache, full of cash
King of the VIP area
Owner of the Ferrari parked at the party
Drawing attention, killing the envy
Drawing attention

Old mustache, full of cash
King of the VIP area
Owner of the Ferrari parked at the party
Stealing the hearts of the young girls
And making the envy go crazy

In Angra, rev up that Ferrari
In Angra, this b*tch wants to speed up
In Angra, rev up that Ferrari
In Angra, this b*tch wants to speed up