TEMPO DO OURO
Alee (BR)
GOLDEN TIME
(Yeah)
I'm living in the golden age (oh)
And I line my suit (oh), everything I sing comes true
Hey, man, I imagine myself in a peaceful place
Smoking, I feel like I'm in the tribe (yeah)
Man, I plant, I live from cultivation
Pull the trigger, just one reason is enough
You can't count how much is in the cake
Last night, they went up to the hill
We keep smiling, we only took change (yeah, sir)
Look at us, how we do the trap, they just want the recipe (yeah)
I have several in the room (chaos), looking like a sect
There's a girl who's an angel, there's another who's a devil
If you organize it right, everyone will fall into trouble
Yes, I'm in the hills
I told you to get dressed, you got excited (nah, nah)
What's on my shoulder?
A colored Glock
You know I'm loveless
I live the trap, fuck love (oh, yeah)
I live alone, I cultivated (oh, yeah)
Sativa, I carbureted (oh, nah)
Does she want me? I don't even know anymore
And I don't give a fuck about you (oh)
I've been doing flow since I was six (oh)
I want you to be mine (chaos)
Chaos trap, my nego (ahn, what's up?)
Chaos trap, my nego (woah)
Chaos trap, my nego (boom, here is gang, my need)
Chaos trap, my nego (yeah)
Trap chaos, my nego (chaos, let's go, let's go)
Chaos trap, my nego (seriously, what's up, nego? What's up?)
Trap chaos, my nego (oh chaos, trap chaos)
Yeah, uh
And I do it all for myself (yeah)
I let her count the money, I do everything for myself (yes, tu-tu-tu-tu)
Leave the Glock tucked away in the denim jacket (woah)
Puto with ten girlfriend, nego, I have the conviviality (ah, descend)
I knew it from the beginning
I got away from the fake, I fly high, I understood that
Every step is thought out, I understand that
I live the game, and the game is played, I don't even have friends
A jerk talks with a beak (ahn, ahn, ahn, ahn, ahn, eh)
I left them with a beak too, with a new navel
They tried to set me up, but I don't get lost in a skirt
Eight fifteen (ah), I didn't show up, there was a guy waiting for me
And I watch from afar, the favela is full of police
I went into an alley, jumped over the wall, forgot my sandals (ah)
What you want, we have, huh?
If you have change, we have it too
Some of my brothers are loose, we made the harem
Damn, mud, it's hitting me, I think I'm fine, huh
The playboys want to go up the hill, in the building, sell, huh
A story of a young black man, why is it so hot?
Trap chaos, nego, chaos trap