Chamber of Mandela

Come, come, my girl at 12 meets me in the alley
After the little stairs
Come up here to the little building to go down with the chick right on the corner
Oh bitch, today you're screwed
Oh bitch, today you're screwed
Intoxicated, she drinks, she bounces
In the alley of the cinga where she takes it

Intoxicated, she drinks, she bounces
In the alley of the cinga where she takes it
Come, come, my girl at 12 meets me in the alley
After the little stairs
Come up here to the little building to go down with the chick right on the corner
Oh bitch, today you're screwed
Oh bitch, today you're screwed
Intoxicated, she drinks, she bounces
In the alley of the cinga where she takes it

She saw me, smiled, her look didn't lie, the longing hit, you know
The problem is that I've changed so much, I don't even want you as much as I can't explain
The good thing is that I'm not one to deny, Ha
If you want, I'll also get you

Here and there reminds me of the old days
When there was no time or place
When you sit, relax, smoke my weed
Just slide over the dick

And we fuck in the bedroom, living room, kitchen, on the street, in the car
I won't remember how much you sit, relax, smoke my weed
Just slide over the dick

And we fuck in the bedroom, living room, kitchen, on the street, in the car
I won't remember how much you sit, relax, smoke my weed
Just slide over the dick

And we fuck in the bedroom, living room, kitchen, on the street, in the car
I won't remember how much you sit, relax, smoke my weed
Just slide over the dick

Salsa dancer in the little favela, on dance day there are lots of whores
Wants to know the wonders
Fell in love with Marcone
Came face to face with the little mustache boys
Davi CPR leading the gang
Surrounded by TchêTchéca, with a lot of silicone

They come, come, come
From so far away
To sit for the scoundrel, to get to know Marcone's alleys
To sit for the scoundrel, to get to know Marcone's alleys
To sit for the scoundrel, to get to know Marcone's alleys