Maciçado
MC Kako
Loaded
(Blessed, too enlightened)
It's GM on the beat, hitting another one
DJ Boy
Pass the vision
Then throw the loaded on the scumbag's chest
Sink the little cap, make a line on the razor
Step on the pedal, crazy life, two thousand degrees
The look is of a criminal, strong, strong without fail
Good, good, Patrícia, today I know that impresses you
These boys make you lazy, I'll put you in the passenger seat
Today it's a brand-name shower on her body and mine
Cool, a big hug, this one runs faster than yours
Avoiding the spotlight, wanted food on the table
As a bonus came fame and the models, Veja magazine
If it was for money, my friend, I wouldn't be here
Long before counting, life teaches you to share
Half a kilo of the loaded, brawler, stoned
Missing those who are gone, won't come back anymore
Twenty-something years we carry on the ID
But from twenty-something years it's the whisky in the glass
Oh, faith, you're going to say it's luck
Not to say that I'm strong
Blessed and too enlightened
Oh, Zé, you know well how it is
The more you have, the more you want
I want more
Oh, faith, you're going to say it's luck
Not to say that I'm strong
Blessed and too enlightened
Oh, Zé, you know well how it is
The more you have, the more you want
I want more
Oh, faith (oh, faith)
It's GM on the beat, hitting another one
DJ Boy (oh, faith)
Pass the vision
Then throw the loaded on the scumbag's chest
Sink the little cap, make a line on the razor
Step on the pedal, crazy life, two thousand degrees
The look is of a criminal, strong, strong without fail
Good, good, Patrícia, today I know that impresses you
These boys make you lazy, I'll put you in the passenger seat
Today it's a brand-name shower on her body and mine
Cool, a big hug, this one runs faster than yours
Avoiding the spotlight, wanted food on the table
As a bonus came fame and the models, Veja magazine
If it was for money, my friend, I wouldn't be here
Long before counting, life teaches you to share
Half a kilo of the loaded, brawler, stoned
Missing those who are gone, won't come back anymore
Twenty-something years we carry on the ID
But from twenty-something years it's the whisky in the glass
Oh, faith, you're going to say it's luck
Not to say that I'm strong
Blessed and too enlightened
Oh, Zé, you know well how it is
The more you have, the more you want
I want more
Oh, faith, you're going to say it's luck
Not to say that I'm strong
Blessed and too enlightened
Oh, Zé, you know well how it is
The more you have, the more you want
I want more
Oh, faith (oh, faith)
It's GM on the beat, hitting another one
DJ Boy (oh, faith) (oh, Zé, you know well how it is)
Pass the vision (the more you have, the more you want, I want more)
