DJ Boy Pra Presidente

(DJ Boy)
(Give me the scoop)

As far as I'm concerned, I'm gonna make my own luck
Even if I wanted to, I won't fall behind
Tuned in with God and the strong spirit
And in the pure hustle of those who chase after

A smile is for the few, I'm not a fan of niceties
Setting trends, still, some try to copy
Always chasing a buck, stacking up some cash
And for the jokes, it’s without showing off

It’s without showing teeth, just small talk
It’s DJ Boy for president, right, my dude?
Come with the vibe of Zeca Pagodinho, pour another cold one
Get the old heads, the psychos, same vibe

I’m rocking flip-flops, white Havaianas just to confirm
Screw the crocodile, we made him rich
Some things happen that are hard to believe
Like this crazy chick, oh, wild and wanting to give it up

So, throw on the bling and chain, cap sideways and fish shirt
Enjoying every option, no high, just netting goals
It’s not great, but it’s still Sunday
Big stress with the 9 in the oil
A chance for the crazy is knees on the ground
A callus on my hand never just for show

And I’m gonna throw myself over there
I’ll chill while I’m still here
Let these crazies come closer
Multiply to later divide

I’m getting the whole world to march
It’s all about me, I can’t be fooled
Throw some wind to keep track
Multiply to later divide

(DJ Boy) (DJ Boy for president, right, my dude?)
(Give me the scoop) (Get the old heads, the psychos, same vibe)

It’s without showing teeth, just small talk
It’s DJ Boy for president, right, my dude?
Come with the vibe of Zeca Pagodinho, pour another cold one
Get the old heads, the psychos, same vibe

I’m rocking flip-flops, white Havaianas just to confirm
Screw the crocodile, we made him rich
Some things happen that are hard to believe
Like this crazy chick, oh, wild and wanting to give it up

So, throw on the bling and chain, cap sideways and fish shirt
Enjoying every option, no high, just netting goals
It’s not great, but it’s still Sunday
Big stress with the 9 in the oil
A chance for the crazy is knees on the ground
A callus on my hand never just for show

And I’m gonna throw myself over there
I’ll chill while I’m still here
Let these crazies come closer
Multiply to later divide

I’m getting the whole world to march
It’s all about me, I can’t be fooled
Throw some wind to keep track
Multiply to later divide

(It’s DJ Boy for president, right, my dude?)