Depois Das Cinco (part. Prodígio)

Lighting up like a lamp
(The kitchen's still open)
Just bitches and real ones
But this time it's the second round
Tell that girl who was staring (Gaia Beat, Gaia Beat)
(What's going on there?)
After the fifth, I'm single
After the fifth shot, I'm single
(Dope Muzik doesn't mess around)
Tell that girl who was staring
After five, I'm single
After five in the morning, I'm single

Dope Boyz, we run the streets 24 motherfucking 7
(Open Kitchen, volume 2)
Tell the bartender to send another shot
(Another bomb, Liu One)
After the fifth, I'm single
After the fifth shot, I'm single
Tell that girl who was staring
That after five, I'm single
After five, I'm single
After five in the morning, I'm single

I step into the club like a designer
Girls went crazy all of a sudden
They forgot their boyfriends
All got a case of Alzheimer’s
I drag the hottest one to my Quattroporte
We travel in this ride, I got three passports
I'm not the type to rely on luck
I'm the type to score on the first night
Crazy girl with gold in her mouth
I said: Girl, let’s make a trade
Show me what you can do with that mouth
And she said: Blondie, don’t talk to me like that with that raspy voice, it drives me wild
And before I knew it, her head was banging on the dashboard
And I was hitting it harder than Manjuco Vié
Inside the Series 7, that’s after three
Neck smelling like 212, mouth smelling like ten-dollar bills
I pull out the Scotch, take a shot, she takes a shot
Touches her dress and goes back to the spot
I step out of the boat and run into my dude Koque
My crooked dude needs a tow
He said he’s got a girl, sent a pic on WhatsApp
And I, without delay, head back to the spot, you know what’s up
Because me and my boy Prodígio were making plenty cash
If one of those dudes gets confused, my Dope Boyz will hit you like Fetty Wap

I get to the club around two, lighting up like a lamp
Around three in the VIP, just bitches and real ones
Around four, I only talk if the subject is money
Tell that girl who was staring, that after five, I'm single
Tell the bartender to send another shot
After the fifth, I'm single (after the fifth)
After the fifth, I'm single
After the fifth shot, I'm single
Tell that girl who was staring
That after five, I'm single
After five, I'm single
After five in the morning, I'm single

Back to the club, like a dealer
Boss, send over the champagne
Security looks shady because my swag is like a criminal's
The way I shine, I could be more arrogant
Club full of goofy dudes, thinking they’re elephants
To me, they’re not important
So let the vibe flow, DJ drop that Tipo do Gueto
They fight to see who gets close
Because my vibe's booming like the Metro
Edson’s so fucked up
But now, girl, I can’t be interrupted
Don’t you see I’m sharing a ride with Cupid?
Friend says: That mixed guy is full of himself
She says: No, where he’s from, you got nothing, you’re lost
You got everything, you’re sold out
Just that tip tires her out
Now see her friends imitating the dance of a guy who can’t dance
She said: Blondie, did you come to break hearts?
I said: I came to make bank with these sounds
Collect some nominations and draw crowds
She said: I can’t take it, take me with you
My vocabulary doesn’t have "I can’t"
But if I take you, I’ll share you with my brothers because I don’t have friends