Areia Branquinha
MC PP da VS
White Sand
Me, my Panama hat, by the seaside
And that top-notch car to rev up
Is it bad? It's not! Tasty, you know!
It's Jurerê where the hoodlum is
Shrimp portion for tasting
Later, the chicks come to dine with us
It doesn't end, big world, what a good moment!
Problem for the jerks and solution for those who close
It doesn't end, big world, what a good moment!
Problem for the jerks and solution for those who close
And the one who fought in the alley when times were tough
Now relaxes on the white sand
In the glass, 18-year-old whiskey, cold coconut water
Dad loves the mix
Magnifying glass on the face, hiding the breeze and the wandering gaze
The ones who arch to get a tan
Golden chain on the chest, the bourgeois gets excited
To make a move with the brothers
And the one who fought in the alley when times were tough
Now relaxes on the white sand
In the glass, 18-year-old whiskey, cold coconut water
Dad loves the mix
Magnifying glass on the face, hiding the breeze and the wandering gaze
The ones who arch to get a tan
Golden chain on the chest, the bourgeois gets excited
To make a move with the brothers
Me, my Panama hat, by the seaside
And that top-notch car to rev up
Is it bad? It's not! Tasty, you know!
It's Jurerê where the hoodlum is
Shrimp portion for tasting
Later, the chicks come to dine with us
It doesn't end, big world, what a good moment!
Problem for the jerks and solution for those who close
It doesn't end, big world, what a good moment!
Problem for the jerks and solution for those who close
And the one who fought in the alley when times were tough
Now relaxes on the white sand
In the glass, 18-year-old whiskey, cold coconut water
Dad loves the mix
Magnifying glass on the face, hiding the breeze and the wandering gaze
The ones who arch to get a tan
Golden chain on the chest, the bourgeois gets excited
To make a move with the brothers
And the one who fought in the alley when times were tough
Now relaxes on the white sand
In the glass, 18-year-old whiskey, cold coconut water
Dad loves the mix
Magnifying glass on the face, hiding the breeze and the wandering gaze
The ones who arch to get a tan
Golden chain on the chest, the bourgeois gets excited
To make a move with the brothers
To make a move with the brothers
To make a move with the brothers
