Mambinho Brasileño

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Wo wo
Benjita Alkapone
The pain of love, tra tra

If you’re gonna be there for me
Then I’ll be there for you
We’ll tear the whole party up
Traveling across the country

I want you to have a blast
For me, for you
Let the Gucci strut for me
For you, for me

We’ve been through all the rough times
Now we’re on top
I want to see all my people celebrating
With expensive bottles, the cars are bumping
Rolling through the swamps, my tracks are hitting

Bro, there’s no envy here
We broke out of the routine
We’re putting the guns up
All the crews united

I don’t want any tears, don’t feel sorry
We all go out to party hard to help the family
I’ll be the first one to pull them out of the ghetto
I see those who didn’t believe, listening to my jam

We’re all good
We’re all singing
Today I’m dressed to impress
Before, I couldn’t even afford bread

I don’t push those who didn’t want to lend a hand
And I learned to give myself a hand
Now I’m counting the dollars
The cash heals my pain, the colorful glock
Firing for those I once cried for

We’ve been through all the rough times
Now we’re on top
I want to see all my people celebrating
With expensive bottles, the cars are bumping
Rolling through the swamps, my tracks are hitting

I don’t want any tears
And don’t feel sorry
We all go out to party hard
To help the family
I’ll be the first one
To pull them out of the ghetto
I see those who didn’t believe
Listening to my jam

You’re gonna be there for me, babe, and I’ll be there for you
We’ll tear the whole party up, traveling across the country

I want you to have a blast, for me, for you
Let the Gucci strut for me, for you, for me

I want you to have a blast, for me, for you
Let the Gucci strut for me, for you, for me