Luxúria (part. Xamã)

[Matuê]
I wear glasses at the show 'cause they want my soul
I smoked another one to calm down
A bunch of eyes wanting a piece of me
I'm just out here to blow my cash

[Xamã]
I wear glasses and flows that’ll make you clap
Hey oh, mud in the cup, woman and boldin'
A bunch of cops locked my homie in a cage
Hey oh, a lot of vampires in the green room

[Matuê]
Lust ruins me, makes me less of myself
Lust ruins me, makes me less of myself

[Matuê]
Listen up, baby
I know you like Gucci and Bape
I’ll give you wings with a Black Label
Around here they call me biruleibe (gives you wings)
P and MD, hash
No PlayStation, but hit start
Who told you to start the party?
Now the club's like Mario Kart
A room to keep it all chill
Connecting with the universe
But it’s getting way too immoral
Hey, all the values are reversed

Lust ruins me, makes me less of myself
Lust ruins me, makes me less of myself

[Xamã]
Hey, princess
I know you like the bad side
Versace and turquoise Tiffany
30 grand on the table
If she finds out my hustle, she’s caught
Lost in Santa Tereza
Doing something beautiful
This devil, I don’t know if she speaks my locked-up language
Almost two years traveling Brazil and dreaming
Baguá’s on top just watching you
We arrived, we arrived
Saw crime, she’s grinding
Taking off her bikini
She likes Jimmy Cliff playing
She likes Xamanzin' sovereign
She likes Billy Gringo and Tuezim
And my Sicilian flow
She says I’m kinda reptilian
I’ll take you away this year
I came in a rocket, just cruising
Shout out Fortal, 30 in command

[Matuê]
I wear glasses at the show 'cause they want my soul
I smoked another one to calm down
A bunch of eyes wanting a piece of me
I'm just out here to blow my cash

[Xamã]
I wear glasses and flows that’ll make you clap
Hey oh, mud in the cup, woman and boldin'
A bunch of cops locked my homie in a cage
Hey oh, a lot of vampires in the green room

Lust, debauchery, makes me more of a bad boy
Lust ruins me, makes me less of myself