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Piruka Mc, Boy
Madorna, boy
Yo, my khapote, they want to give bonnet
Here in pirukinha mothafucka
They try their luck and take the cut
My class walks alone
They talk about my boat, they talk about my touch
I'm a hobby of those who have no life
If this shit screams, I'll stay in the neighborhood
Joint in the mouth, the tasca is the corner
I'm being criticized because I'm talking about my daughter
It has no use
There's a lot you've been talking about, and little you can imagine
I'm on the road I don't go back to the annex
I know who cries for my success
It's that smiles in my disgrace
Look in the mirror, you see my reflection
I spit your face out and shake the carcass
Now you feel, my life has suddenly changed
Your relapse started on the comb
I keep my head up like I've always had
I'm still with my family on the front line
Like I said, my life today is a hobby
For those who have no life and just spend time
Seeing everything others do
Don't miss a moment
I only hear it's parlapiê, i'm not in a parliament
So you jump, you jump, you jump, you jump
In me you only see ghana
Away from the cane, always on the street
They talk about my name
Which is to see if they get a name
And I ask how?
There's nothing going on
I want it's too much smoke, ya i want it's too much smoke
I stopped scinging the sum
And I drank the lemonade
Don't do that
Don't do that
Ai pirukinha, you can't do that
I made of tuga america
And I can't do that?
fifty million without paying a penny
Don't talk, don't talk
My plate has a crucifix
Nowadays it's all fake
And I walk over it
They talk about what I do
Don't talk, do better
It's all praying
To get to my slip
What you see me spend, it's all out of my sweat
The life you see me lead is all merit
I'm living for real
Always with the same conduct
Always the same piruka
For all son of shhh
I'm the son of the Armenian
I used to drive
Today the transport is airborne
It does half of what I do
And give yourself a piri-pac
I'm not kidding
I don't want to go back to the building
Before I'm 25, I'm going to sit my ass in a cadillac
They say my rap is crack
Because I'm a star, brute
And that I'm killing the game
But I'm a little pissed off
Named in the hall of fame
I put the market short
You don't kill, don't get on my boat, dumb ass
Dread, you're a stain
Don't be nervous
You only papas the leftovers
That life on paper
For rats, I turn snake
I went to the grave on foot, and I saw you put your foot in the grave
Ca bu fla ma nau
I have the powdered pen
Without much mixing
Say you want a sound that doesn't hit the rock
Piruka talk
Because these days that's what everybody does
They speak of my name
Which is to climb up beating
I already have faith in my face
I offer you the crown to be king at home
Since you're not on the street
With 24 on my back, I've done a lot and you don't see
You're not going to shake the structure
Imitating a Frenchman
Charlie, cut it out
I'm already giving those dolls a lot of names
Cut it, cut it
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