Piloto da Foda

Ha Ha, so scoundrel that love is nothing
I'm the pilot of this fuck
Here is $ondplay

What a life, this adrenaline
And wanting to play on the fast car track (Rim 22 the artist)
Speed racer sprinter, xenon light cuts through fog
I want to see you count fish
Like I count girls
And in the middle of the carnival, where my car arrived
Where I wanted you, and ten others passed by
I told you the packaging is expensive
You'll never walk
Because good taste wears wheels
Black face 6.9, little skull hits hard
Tell me why suspension?
(If she jumps, screams, and bites)

After speed has already come, has done its part
Counting spins is an art (now the tour around the city)
We create situations, and live at full speed
We have no time to lose, we live for fun
Money flows freely, chasing Cinderella's foot
If I were the man, I would eat
Without mercy and pain, if it's difficult, it's a lie
I'm a fuck pilot, not a love pilot

Woman and car for me is the perfect combination, you know?
Just let it flow, and see that these beauties can do

With 4 wheels my motel, I'll take you to heaven
There's a button that opens the roof, so I can look at God's eyes
The carnival was fishing, where you turned into food
You'll get in the car, and I'll bite you all over

With 4 wheels my motel, I'll take you to heaven
There's a button that opens the roof for me to look at God's eyes
The carnival was fishing, where you turned into food
You'll get in the car, and I'll tear off your panties

We create movement, we are active in the function
There's no limit on the card (and the track is a combination)
It's $ond play blasting the sound
The tin eaters with big wheels, smoke everywhere
Then things get good
Money buys sex, booze, drugs, and chicks
The car brings success, good taste, and soft skin
Lying sensually holding the leather seat
Life is delicious, so don't fill it with dicks
There are so many babes involved in this shake
The night's sound is hip hop, and she calls me, and says she loves
And takes the measure of my body, swing, backrest game, it's fucking wild
For those who enter, it's crazy
Luxury trash is fuck, garter belt is always in fashion
Condition for a scoundrel, (let me make the offer)
From body to seduction, from malice to perdition
Another body is lost to a slutty heart

With 4 wheels my motel, I'll take you to heaven
There's a button that opens the roof, so I can look at God's eyes
The carnival was fishing, where you turned into food
You'll get in the car, and I'll bite you all over

With 4 wheels my motel, I'll take you to heaven
There's a button that opens the roof for me to look at God's eyes
The carnival was fishing, where you turned into food
You'll get in the car

With 4 wheels my motel, I'll take you to heaven
There's a button that opens the roof, so I can look at God's eyes
The carnival was fishing, where you turned into food
You'll get in the car, and I'll bite you all over

With 4 wheels my motel, I'll take you to heaven
There's a button that opens the roof for me to look at God's eyes
The carnival was fishing, where you turned into food
You'll get in the car, and I'll tear off your panties