Lacoste África 2 (feat. MC Cebezinho, MC Kelvinho, MC Kadu e MC GP)

Hey, yeah, all good good
You know it's us who fly
Directly from the land of drizzle
São Paulo, capital of the leaves
We like to count money
And love doesn't pay for Buchanan's, nor blue label, nor yours-
It's that this girl is going crazy
Living spending, supporting too much
Asks for Pandora, you know I'll give
Who eats you and supports you is the clever black
Only crocodile, chain, big pendant
Solid gold, she knows it's smooth
And we come to show what's up
The scoundrel didn't believe
That we could walk heavy
And who's in the vision you know is the pen
I went through difficulties but we never lost the line
We exchanged pressed for 10g of pure flower
African sativa, tasty

And if we're on a jet
Bandida lands for real
Hater is frustrated
Can't stand seeing me
March on what effort overcomes talent
Hot stuff, go for it

And if we're on a jet
Bandida lands for real
Hater is frustrated
Can't stand seeing me
March on what effort overcomes talent
Hot stuff, go for it

A toast to the bad boys
For the hot chicks, no massage
Hot stuff is on the hook
And the brunette is a poison
And today I'm just passing through
From the big ship, patronage
And if you get attached to the brunette you lie down
Scoundrel bandida catches you and leaves you
Crazy, hallucinated gives pussy tea
The color of a candy and cherry panties
And now we roll the capital of São Paulo
We make it rain, we're going to speed up
Whoever wants to fuck is 011 the area code
And we who are 01 are in line to enable

And if we're on a jet bandida lands for real
Hater is frustrated, can't stand seeing me
March eye what effort overcomes talent
Hot stuff, go for it

And if we're on a jet bandida lands for real
Hater is frustrated, can't stand seeing me
March eye what effort overcomes talent
Hot stuff, go for it

And if we're on a jet
Bandida lands for real
Hater is frustrated
Can't stand seeing me
March on what effort overcomes talent
Hot stuff, go for it

And if we're on a jet
Bandida lands for real
Hater is frustrated
Can't stand seeing me
March on what effort overcomes talent
Hot stuff, go for it

What did this bandida see in me?
She tripped on the black guy
Would she want me if I wasn't like this?
Fragrant, tattooed, snoring young
From the track with the white polo
I'm going to ask if she remembers
The old days when she gave me the boot
I'll see how my break is
I'll just chill out
And the eye goes by the size of the others
Who can't is me, crazy
And if you slack off
You know, it's leather
In the favela I was bold
To be able to count my change
I went to get
My pot of gold
In the old days I remember the aunts
They filled their mouths to say I wouldn't make it
I left my home in the middle of the night
I asked the father up there to bless me
And today the white polo matches the sorayama
The bitches come, get wet and want to play
Feel the smell of my plant
Envious scratches himself when he sees me pass

She gets strong when she's with me
As a gift to the bandida I gave the new nivus
We are advanced and all the chicks know that
That the gangster is in the media and the balance is beautiful
Lacoste in the outfit, I launched the new collab
On the foot the off white
Imported from Europe
Tell me there, maloka, if the babies don't land
When they see the little black xucreza
Heavy with a finger and rope
My brother jimmy jewelry left evaluated
On the neck a house, on my arm a car
Fuck envy, the fee is beautiful
Look at the big man from meca de veinho, bandit
Hey, don't take it the wrong way, this is the way
Whitey patrician on the back of my Africa
She says: Black, accelerate, don't stop for anything
Want to get an adrenaline rush, this rebellious bandida