MENINA (part. Lua de Santana)

Silver in the glove compartment and a jewel in the nose
How it hurts, how it burns when they pour alcohol on a scar
On my chest I put an armored vest, a keychain, a bolt
From so much sorrow, sorrow, nobody takes away my red eyes

I swear to you that if it were up to me I would escape by helicopter to hell
But I have to take care of this of mine, I keep it every night kneeling
I became flirtatious, I covered my fang with gold
So that every time I smile, my shine is reflected

I hesitate on the Yamaha doing homework
I have a serenade that your old woman hums
I escaped from the darkness with the Versace mule (put it on)
Bonfire in the city, dangerous, trade

Frango cru did not have salt, instead I ordered piri-piri
A delicious dinner, and I went to Nega da City
Rice and feijã (Ouh), pore time
Que ela é a maior, filha da gloria, funk furacão

That old man on the corner yells at me, tells me I'm a filthy (abuser!)
I smoked marijuana, I smoked pot, I have eyes that look like they're from China
Where do I look, all those people like cocaine
There is not a Velázquez in the entire party who paints this menina

I do not regret nor question what I want
If I need it, with the spoon I shake it
There is a jury that wants my fat in the coliseum
So much that I struggled with it (Bitch!), my museum career

The surname borda'o, the cachete' colorao'
They kicked me in the back and I was left with 'virao' eyes (cash)
My armored terrain, the machine, the armored roof (cash)
Don't trust you, they have never told the whole truth

The floor full of oil, the leather tight (grease)
And I have everything so far away, that at least I want to squeeze the rich stuff
I dominate it domina'o, in the chest I nail it
The steel that has the sword of the bad thug in my heart