Rataria

Magrin, abandoned, broke, GG shirt, nail under the flip-flops
I can just walk hard but I'm always crazy and pan
Why are there always friends that I'll pay tomorrow?
In the Chinese pastel munchies, my croissant becomes
A flan pie, a sugarcane juice
I'll pay you tomorrow, auntie, today I'm broke
It's all unfolded, I only have 2 stories
Please aunt, can you give me a discount?
I'll pay you tomorrow, I swear without fail
You already said that last week

Strolling around Guanabara, the aunties get dizzy
When I go to Americanas I leave like Willy Wonka
We are sewer rats and you speak badly because we are like that
But little does he know that his daughter on the track is getting laid on me
How many times during the trip did the bus turn into a Ferrari?
When will it come out? It's 1.50 and the Riocard
With the school shirt, my lord, I am a student
Lean against the wall with that scoundrel face

A child of Nikiti City, I'm Tody, I'm not Nesquik
Skinny guy with conjunctivitis, without working out at smartfit
Better than the muscular playboy full of swagger
See if you can see that it's the skinny ones that they get attached to
We are ugly and MC, catch the young girl rhyming
Freestyle unrolling, the salesian paty
He is entitled to ten women, in the Mussouman style
Hanging out with my PR, reigning in Niterói
Close friends, get the playboy's wife
My style is like this, shirtless, skinny
Camelin roll, Santa Rosa mascoutin
Blah blah blah I don't even feel like it, asking to rhyme is easy
I want to see you give it to me (fuck)