Amassa a Placa

Everything changed, but then nothing changes
Bike turned into R1, which was barefoot
Today shifts gears
Comes with a talk of malice
So nothing happens

She shakes her butt
My share is to crush the plate
She thinks she's flexing with me in a ride
And doesn't even imagine that your friend has a bond
I tell you

Many are fake, few are friends
In this life, you're in danger
Give me a hug as a friend, behind my back you're an enemy
I apologize to everyone, but that's the truth
I know I was once a baby
I used to skate too

Nowadays they pose just because I'm in a ride
It's cool, Maserati and at sea we cut through on a yacht
With the real girls begging just for a night
It's cool, Maserati and at sea we cut through on a yacht
With the real girls, which is Kevin and Jorgin in the night
Hold on