Foto do Corte (feat. Nagalli)

(Nagalli, he sent me the magic)
Ayy (ayy)
Ah, yeah (ah, yeah)
Ah, yeah (ah, yeah)

I drown in these sparkles
I dive my chain into rivers of diamonds
I never stop at the red light at night
The gaze of this vampire thirsts for blood
Aim at my neck with the tongue on the blunt
I play it cool and she wants a cut photo
She knows we're artists, but we're about the hustle
She wants to fuck in the wave of lucky skunk
If you want, just call me, but don't expect me to come back

Tony country in the shape of a heart
The bandit knows my bad side and the good side
A gold present calms her like passion fruit
A hidden compartment hides the jewels I wear on show days
If the alligator is going to bite, I'll wear Lacoste Golf
It's her who's in charge and decides fate today
Thin silver necklace with a shiny detail
I shape the chic favela and the lady of the night
I think I'm getting used to the expensive, luxurious life
On my girl's wrist, there's only Vivara
(If she asks me for jewelry, bling-bling on the baby)
Look how many bills I brought, bae
This solid gold is Cartier
If there's magic in this, it's Nagalli
If my neck shines, I know why

I drown in these sparkles
I dive my chain into rivers of diamonds
I never stop at the red light at night
The gaze of this vampire thirsts for blood
Aim at my neck with the tongue on the blunt
I play it cool and she wants a cut photo
She knows we're artists, but we're about the hustle
She wants to fuck in the wave of lucky skunk
If you want, just call me, but don't expect me to come back

It's not Houdinni, it's Nagalli (and in Cohab 1)
Today there will be a ball
If it rains, the kids signal from the slab
Get ready to escape
Climb on top of the Tiger
The artist's detail is the solid on the chest
The boys from the buildings never behave
She identifies by the haircut
She goes down and fixes on the dick fearlessly
Warned on the radio, 160 from the red tank
Where are you coming from? Where are you going?
Show me your ID
Stay calm, boss, everything's fine here
Take your hand off my chain
It's not a toy for insects
Jack Daniels, bring the combo
She smiles at me
I give her everything she asks for, that's why she loves me
I hit this tambourine while this bitch sambas
I pull her hair while she sucks me

I drown in these sparkles
I dive my chain into rivers of diamonds
I never stop at the red light at night
The gaze of this vampire thirsts for blood
Aim at my neck with the tongue on the blunt
I play it cool and she wants a cut photo
She knows we're artists, but we're about the hustle
She wants to fuck in the wave of lucky skunk
If you want, just call me, but don't expect me to come back