Mais de 3 ciagas e eu quase nem uso
Nem fui p’ra Milão mas eu parto bué Gucci
Cantar bem e levar tipo que esse é o meu duty
Pedem pa’ lançar eu nem sou Stephen Curry
Na penthouse com o Manquiri, nem ligamos a vista, porque ‘tamos a ver bué booty
Recebi chamada da minha ex boo, enquanto perava à cavalo maluco
Mano, eu sou fresh mas dizem que aqueço bué
Quase não escrevo mas dizem que canto bué
Eu só dou o meu mínimo, enquanto te matas bué
Caguei p’ra Yeezy, Fila a sentar no meus pés
Não dás atenção queres saber de quem é a culpa
Lá pa’ madrugz, vou ver a tua miúda
Tipo o Leandro, ‘tou a perar na rua
Sou muito hot não tem como não ‘tar nua
Como já tinha dito não puxo crianças
Esculacham, te espalham e ainda dão pana
Come Morales na trap não há nada?
Antes das 7:00 AM e o pé já na estrada
Antes da igreja ajoelha p’ra baga
Piquete não falha com Allas e o Jay Rafa
Ligo pro Ju, prepara o kush
Esses miudinhos são lousy a smoke
Querem o que é meu tipo Winnie Da Pooh
Eu já nem ligo esses filhos da p***
N**** ‘tou longe me vão ver com zoom
Ligo a Ford, o engine faz vrrum
Sou tipo o Lewis comigo vês fumo
Gravo às 2:00 AM porque eu sou noturno
Eu quase nem durmo, problemas com fuso
Tenho deixado esses putos confusos
Money e hoe (woah)
Mas passam fome
O clout que segues, you hit the stone
Mesmo em crise, crise, crise
Sente o drip, drip, drip
Queres estar na vip, vip, vip
Mas não é free, free, free
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D.G II – Busy
D.G II – Lembro
Downtown Lyrics English
More than 3 ciagas and I hardly use
I didn’t even go to Milan but I leave Bué Gucci
Sing well and take like this is my duty
Ask for ‘launch I’m not even stephen curry
In the penthouse with the manquiri, we don’t even care about the view, because we see Bué Booty
I received a call from my ex boo, while he was going on crazy horse
Bro, I’m fresh but they say he warns Bué
I hardly write but say I sing Bué
I only give my least, while you have you Bué
I sh#t p’ra yeezy, queue to sit on my feet
You will not pay attention to want to know who is the guilt
There pa ‘Madrugz, I’ll see your girl
Like Leandro, ‘I’m sinning on the street
I’m very hot there is no way
As I said I don’t pull children
Slip up, spread you and still make a pan
Eats morales in trap is nothing?
Before 7:00 am and the foot already on the road
Before the kneeling church p’ra baga
Picket does not fail with Allas and Jay Rafa
I call pro Ju, prepare the kush
These little girls are Lousy a Smoke
Want what is my Winnie Pooh type
I don’t even care about these children from p ***
N **** ‘I’m away will see me with zoom
Call Ford, Engine makes Vrrum
I’m like Lewis with me you see smoke
I record at 2:00 am because I’m an night
I hardly sleep, problems with spindle
I have left these confusing kids
MONEY AND HOE (WOAH)
But they go hungry
The clout that follows, you hit the stone
Even in crisis, crisis, crisis
Feel the drip, drip, drip
You want to be in VIP, VIP, VIP
But it’s not free, free, free
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D.G II Lyrics – Downtown