qq cê tá insinuando
Sidoka
What are you insinuating?
What are you insinuating?
Tattoo on my face, a wad of cash in my pocket, who's making you feel strange?
Look at the jewelry on the wrists of the guys, I'm not joking
And if they knew that it's us who enriches the pieces of cloth
Would they be talking?
Europe, Miami Beach
Everything they say is chic
Look at this money that speaks to you
It's okay, how much did I make
I tried, after I succeeded, I proved
I know you still look at me today
Stop, stop, think about the past
It must hurt a lot to be wrong with me, or
You must have been very wrong with me
Look when she passes by, girl, I feel light
She said the girl wasn't afraid
She was afraid that one day we would stop making trap music
That's the only reason she was afraid
Nowadays in Europe there's a fan who shouted: Doka!
Even when they pass by, the boys shape them
Looking at the boys asking me for a photo
I spilled
I know you guys will never come back here
I'm not a fugitive, I'm wanted
And if you say you searched, you searched for the wrong guy
I spilled
I know, I know, I know you guys will never come back here
I'm not a fugitive, I'm wanted
And if you say you searched, you searched for the wrong guy
What are you insinuating?
Tattoo on my face, a wad of cash in my pocket, who's making you feel strange?
Look at the jewelry on the wrists of the guys, I'm not joking
And if they knew that it's us who enriches the pieces of cloth
Would they be talking?
