Estilo Coyote

Hey
Coyote style, in that extreme eastern way
It's us, look
Ah, ah

I'm a night guy, from the early morning
And the partners from the hood are all the same vibe
We just like to live, to travel
In the key of SP, haunting in Guarujá
We have a collection of bikes, all models and colors
From 600 up, it's just gears on the robots
In the hood parties, our crew is the attraction
The girls select by the bling bling
Big guy with money, perfumed and elegant
Gold watch on the wrist, diamond earring
And the jealous ones get all worked up
Want to know what's up and where the plaques come from
They don't get anything, I start the car 'cause these guys are weak
Turn into a bitch in front of me, only tough from behind
You already know who's the style in the hood
Who used to walk hard and you didn't give anything
Who now drives the limited edition cars
The girls' desire is inspiration for the kids

Woman and money, money and woman
We have so much that we got tired and now we kick them out
Woman and money, money and woman
But money is nothing, my wealth is my faith
Woman and money, money and woman
We have so much that we got tired, see? Look, look, look

The other day in the hood I was quickly framed
My silver was shining and the worm got worked up
He came asking me where I'm from, what I do
I'm from here, I live there, do your thing, I'm late
I'm new, a big ship, even gave to understand
That the big guys with big eyes can't stand to see us win
Me in coyote style, dressed in Lacoste
We're cheeky, the cops like it or not
On the street or in the VIP area, big shark
The gang boys only walk in coyote style
We shine for real and it's not for the money
It's for the simplicity present in the real ones
Differentiated, rough with the girls
No bullshit, they're the ones hitting on us
I leave the bait bucket so the girls get excited
Then comes Larissa, Patrícia, Letícia
A suitable night, a common ending
Several girls, several names, I don't remember any
I only have a napkin with a phone number written on it
The hard part for me to call is that I don't remember the name

Woman and money, money and woman
We have so much that we got tired and now we kick them out
Woman and money, money and woman
But money is nothing, my wealth is my faith
Woman and money, money and woman
We have so much that we got tired and now we kick them out
Woman and money, money and woman
It used to be borrowed clothes, now the clothes are alligator

Ha, this one got heavy
Times have changed, we keep showing our faces
The coyotes have a car, the Road Runner in the trunk
Few ideas, for all the crazy ones on the east side
Big hug from me