Camisa de Time (Desce Só de Label)

I'm wearing a team shirt, for me it's a relic, makes me look cool
Get the charcoal, the drinks, heat up the grill, roast some meats
Sunday is favorable, the alcohol went down and the buzz went up (ah)
She comes all dolled up, hair down to her butt strand by strand

Dance for the hood guy, diamond doesn't want the paper
Calm down, my love, take the ticket and get in line to be my faithful
For sure, I'm a bit of a scoundrel, a dog, what can I do? I was born this way
She's the color of sin, already studying dentistry, from afar she wants to come give it to me

Soon the honey that opens, smoke the green, damn it
We live intensely with them, there are several bandits of various ages
There's eighteen, nineteen, twenty-one, twenty-three
She likes Paco Rabanne, the smell of a bandit is French perfume

I'm wearing a team shirt, for me it's a relic, makes me look cool
Get the charcoal, the drinks, heat up the grill, roast some meats
I'm wearing a team shirt, for me it's a relic, makes me look cool

Just wear the label so the younger ones can drink
Only call the babes to the spin, it's inevitable
You know that later they'll go to the party
I know you lose your composure, even lose your posture for the youngest of the group

And at the tip of the rifle she dances without panties, likes adventure
She knows that money attracts several sluts close by, various luxuries
The bandit's joint has, that has more than fifty rolled up
The glass full of top-notch, I walk swaying but well-postured

She wants to hang out with crime, wants to know what my life is like
How much I spend and earn, the financial explains
A toast to chance, I'm the pivot of the scene
Power is parallel and the car lowered us

Play Kotim and Paiva so they scream
Make it rain money, then everything gets easier
Play Kotim and Paiva to liven up
Make it rain money, then everything gets easier

Just wear the label so the younger ones can drink
Only call the babes to the spin, it's inevitable
You know that later they'll go to the party
I know you lose your composure, even lose your posture for the youngest of the group

Just wear the label so the younger ones can drink
Only call the babes to the spin, it's inevitable
You know that later they'll go to the party
I know you lose your composure, even lose your posture for the youngest of the group