2024M (feat. Wesley Safadão e MC IG)

The year is new
But she doesn't
Never changes
Hello, PH, hello, Safadão
Go, naughty boy
It's 2024M, faith, ha
Igor Guilherme is on vocals (uh)
It's funk and country (uh), country and funk (uh, uh)

It's not just you, baby, everyone wants it
Testing out the king size in my new apartment (no, no)
It's not just you, baby, who dreams about this
Want to marry IG, lifetime sponsorship
I mastered asphalt
Going to Fortal because I've already finished São Paulo (uh)
My life is a movie, but my car is tinted
I can't be filmed (huh)
It's just that we're creating censored content
So ask, ask
To take a ride in the Urus black
Trip to the Northeast
Choose who you want to be VIP babe for
PH, Safadão or Igor Guilherme (hum, haha)

2024, year of whoredom (ah)
A relationship is only good when it ends
They are running away from the perfect man
The naughtier, the more they call life
Look, 2024 (ah), year of whoredom
A relationship is only good when it ends (ah)
They are running away from the perfect man
The naughtier, the more they call life

It's just that a dog like me (a dog like me) is hard to find
That makes your leg tremble and your body wet
And that doesn't stay with her when it ends
She doesn't want to be Cinderella
Not even candlelight dinner
No longer impressed by flowers in a bouquet
She just wants a glass of water after you-know-what
Fidelity only at the time of pleasure

Look, 2024 (ah), year of whoredom
A relationship is only good when it ends (ah)
They are running away from the perfect man
The naughtier (ah), the more she calls it life

I am a caramel dog raised on the street
I'm from all of them, I'm from none
They can't see me, who is already asking for the foot, so I can register my bite on their ass
And I take you and march, it's without talking
You act crazy and then come with this
If you want affection, don't even start
That here we only hurt you and don't forget me anymore, don't forget me anymore
Your friend told
The internet has shown that this romance thing is over
Ah, in 2024M, there is no love

Look, 2024 (ah), year of whoredom
A relationship is only good when it ends (ah)
They are running away from the perfect man
The naughtier, the more she calls life

Hey, Murillo and LT