Cega Eles Vovó

Oh
Making smoke, disturbing the neighborhood, the neighborhood
Making smoke, disturbing the neighborhood, the neighborhood, the neighborhood
Making smoke, disturbing the neighborhood, the neighborhood
Two Bope boats passed by slowly
If you try in the Loti, you'll hear Novin's Glock

And I remember well who was on my side in the past
Who believed, who laughed, and who teased me
Now it's easy
Several wanting to stop by
But only those who were on that boat touch the treasure (Oh, blind them, grandma!)

It's not for the fame
I don't like 'success', much less the camera
For my stripes
It's for my brother shot right at the door of my house
For the money that fills the table and pays the bills at home

For the clothes I wear today that I dreamed of when I was younger
For the fair-weather friends who now say they believed
And now from up here, a little more, I couldn't see you
And when I pass by

It's hard for them not to notice
Smell my Dior, feel my presence in the air
Cartier on my face, and this frame is not plated
Lacoste, sport fabric, just to take a breather