Rataria

Skinny, laid back, broke, XXL shirt, nail under the flip-flop
I may just walk hard but I'm always crazy and bread
Why do I always have friends that I pay tomorrow
In the munchies, Chinese dumplings become my croissant
A chicken pastry, a sugarcane juice
Tomorrow I'll pay you, auntie, today I'm broke
It's all sorted out, I only have 2 bucks
Please auntie, can you give me a discount?
Tomorrow I'll pay you, I swear it's without fail
You said that last week

Strolling in Guanabara, the old ladies get dizzy
When I go to Americanas, I come out like Willy Wonka
We're sewer rats and you talk bad because that's how we are
But little do you know your daughter shows off to me on the dance floor
How many times on the stroll the bus turns into a Ferrari
When are you leaving? It's 1.50 and the Riocard
With the school shirt, my lord, I'm a student
Leaning against the wall with that criminal look

Kid from Nikiti City, I'm Tody not Nesquik
Skinny with conjunctivitis, not working out at smartfit
Better than the cocky buffed-up playboy
Get the idea that it's the skinny one they like
We're ugly and we're MCs, getting the young girls rhyming
Freestyle unfolding, the girls from the salesiano
Entitled to ten women, in the Mussoumano style
On the stroll with my PR, reigning in Niterói
Closing in with friends, taking the playboys' women
My style is like this, shirtless, skinny
Strolling in the camel, Santa Rosa more coutin
Labramar not interested, asking to rhyme is a trend
I want to see you give it to me (damn)