Contagem (feat. Veigh, Jaya luuck e Danzo)

Tell me, yeah
Yeah, naughty counting
Um, you look me in the eye
Two, you come taking off your clothes
Running your hand over my body
Three, smoking a lucky one your head is spinning
From zero to one hundred very fast
Whiskey makes me dizzy

Four, in my room, is the position you like the most
Five indirect messages on TT about last night
Six of your friends calling me wanting to fuck
Seven, line up and come one at a time

The bitches in this city know my address
But nobody knows these bitches like I do
If they all want me, I want them all the same
I became rich because even happiness has a price
Smile on my face when I buy these designer clothes
Inside this Honda it's impossible not to get stopped at a checkpoint

And I speed up
I know they are racist, they want to frame me
Just because I'm black
She just wants to give me her pussy
Because you know I'm the one who gets you right

In São Paulo it's cold, ye
Impossible to sleep alone, ye
She knows what she does to me
When you moan in my ear
Your performance tonight
From zero to ten your grade is eleven
I think it has a life of its own
That giant ass of yours

Hey, hi, blogger
When are you going to start making it known that you are no longer single?
That when it's my turn you want to do it your way
Your DM is full, but I know it's me you want for life

Post to your ex and show him what he lost
Tell the fan base that I'm in charge now
For the gossip site that B.O is all mine
And those who like your stories, I think they don't understand
That it's me who's here

Get out, get out
Call me, let's go
But if you touch on the wrong subject, then we will ignore you

I posted a photo, you liked it
On Instagram you are always reacting
She told her friends that I'm no good, but she keeps sitting around
I don't understand, she's a bad bitch
I call her a bitch
In bed, because she loves it
Without laughing, and the pussy cries
And at the dance we bump into each other
If you play, I'll be on your back
Damn, what a hot chick

Glue to smoke a bomb
Do you like a bit of a break?
You know, I'll break you in half
I'm not broke anymore
Your ex is boring and ugly
Fuck other people's resentment
For you, middle finger
If I stop in front, I'll run over you
That I have no brakes

Naughtiness count
Um, you look me in the eye
Two, you come taking off your clothes (yeah)
Running your hand over my body
Three, smoking a lucky one
Your head is spinning
From zero to 100 very fast
Whiskey makes me dizzy

Four, in my room, is the position you like the most
Five indirect messages on TT about last night
Six, your friends calling me wanting to fuck
And seven, line up and come one at a time