Pula Catraca

Talk bad about me, loves me
Wants me and then complains
Gossiping to her friends
That she lost to me in bed
The eye of the piranha shines
Why did you give hope
Wants to get involved with a bandit
I'll steal you in bed

Glass of whiskey, glass of vodka, glass of Brahma
Throw yourself into my neighborhood
Will remember her childhood time
I make the invitation
Want to see Mickey
I'm already at Disney

Our variety doesn't matter
Visit Gucci, Barcelona
Remember the alley
Look at my car
Go back in time
That's desperation
That black hurricane

I've been evicted
Today my burial
Bury money
To raise my cattle
To raise my cattle

And they find it fun
To spend a day with me
As if they don't have fun
In a life of this style
A true danger
Either fake or perverted
20 years of success
Mrs. Val had a boy

My routine doesn't match yours
My career also has nothing to do with yours
I'm a different tomorrow with a different attitude
Just one night with me, I'll drug this crazy one
And she doesn't use drugs but drank all my bar
Whisky, Green, Label in a big glass
And she's getting crazy to give herself to me

Don't get involved
Know about my life
Still by my side
I'm a revolver
Shoot all your patience
And you stay in place
Don't get involved
Know about my life
Still by my side
I'm a revolver
Shoot all your patience
And you stay in place

Before launching a missile
And escaping quarantine
Before jumping the turnstile
Try to see what the problem is

Before launching a missile
And escaping quarantine
Before jumping the turnstile
Try to see what the problem is

Before launching a missile
And escaping quarantine
Before jumping the turnstile
Try to see what the problem is

Before launching a missile
And escaping quarantine
Before jumping the turnstile
Try to see what the problem is