Garoa, PT. 2

Man, how can you doubt that God still blesses?
It's the corridor!

Bitch, I don't want love (ah)
I just think about money
What I say becomes a trend
I mix this joint with honey

Crazy party like Hannah
Smoking a lot, I'm even seeing ponies
I make it drizzle
It will rain money if my name is on it (uh, damn!)

I receive this Louis V piece at home
She wants, she wants to make a sex movie right away (uh, damn!)

She wants to record everything
Ice hitting, I get stuck
Several neuroses I have in mind
It's the weight I carry of being the most unique

In front of me, he panics
His crew, man, is just slow
Man, with class, I play in a suit
Increasing the internal product

They are common, they are common, plain and simple
I feel like Bauducco
Spotify fills my PayPal
Counting, counting, counting, but it's not about whores

If you talk too much, it's a punch in the mouth
My girl is crazy like Pocah (crazy)
I'm in the studio, Monday to Monday

You know I never stop
You know I never stop, no more
My girl changes color like a chameleon
This bitch only comes to burn from brown
My bitch will never show up, yeah
My bitch thinks she's all that, she wants to show off
My bitch has too much ego (too much ego)
My bitch has too much ego (she's like Kim)
She wants me because I have the money

I grab, I grab the pack from her purse (pack)
Hidden in my khaki pants (khaki)
Her pussy like a khaki (sweet)

She's feeling loose
I'm not that famous
Imagine if I were
Imagine if I were a little more

She would want to have a child
She would want to have a mini corridor

In precision, turn on the vapor
I'm more into Vapormax kicks
Your drip, man, is grandpa style
The young girl just wants Coco pieces (Chanel, Chanel)

I keep it going, focus on the paper
Emitê loves partying, he's the Latrel, Luk is a big guy
I'm getting a little like this
Smoking until I get dumb

Bitch, I don't want love (ah)
I just think about money (ay)
What I say becomes a trend
I mix, I mix this joint with honey

Crazy party like Hannah
Smoking a lot, I'm even seeing ponies
I make it drizzle
It will rain money if my name is on it (uh, damn!)

Uh, uh, uh, uh, damn!
Uh, uh, uh, uh, damn!

Damn!