Dan Jogo - FEBRE FREESTYLE

(Pai Nosso que estais nos Céus
Santificado seja o vosso Nome
Venha a nós o vosso Reino
Seja feita a vossa vontade
Assim na terra como no Céu
O pão nosso de cada dia nos dai hoje
Perdoai-nos as nossas ofensas
Assim como nós perdoamos
A quem nos tem ofendido)
(Ai, tá de zueira né?
Ai, caralho, eu vô tá numa música
Eu vô tá na música do Danann)
South boy (yeah) I need bailoteo (bailoteo)
Spanish pretty girl and she speaks my lingo (my lingo)
Yeah my pops red hair, he a gringo (ele é gringo)
I was five and I already had an ego (ego)
Paulistano yeah you know I'm not a Santo (não é santo)
Hop out at the spot I need me some Caldo (cadê o caldo?)
I don't understand, what is you falando (o que cê fala mano?)
I know some shooters that don't rest on a Domingo (nunca para)
Why do you think they call me Dan Joga Bonito?
It looks unreal but this life is not a mito (não é um mito)
Do it for the dogs until the infinito (até o fim)
I can still feel the heat and the mosquitos (oh)
On the hills we fire shots just like a free throw (lá no morro)
The rice is sweet just like it came from Puerto Rico (alá o arroz)
Every city yeah I know I few amigos (nóis conhece)
They can tell you just exactly how we tango (caralho)
South boy (yeah) I need bailoteo (wey, wey)
Spanish pretty girl and she speaks my lingo (my lingo)
Yeah my pops red hair, he a gringo (he's a what?)
I was five and I already had an ego
Taped up to the front
You know I can never stunt
If you ain' from a long way
I can never trust
Taped up to the front
You know I can never stunt
If you ain' from a long way
I can never trust
(Wey, wey, wey)
Yeah, wey, bitch
I can never lust
Got the skin soak up the sun
In too deep like Amazon
Locked in see all the days go
Tubaina that's the sauce
Last day she gave me that cross
Vai, vai (Salve, salve Baixada Santista)
South boy (yeah) I need bailoteo (bailoteo)
Spanish pretty girl and she speaks my lingo (my lingo)
Yeah my pops red hair, he a gringo (é um gringo)
I was five and I already had an ego
(Se na minha opinião
Eu ia falar pra vocês assim tipo
Vai na bala, vai no MD
Que bala é mais barato e MD é tipo
literalmente a mesma coisa só que é mais caro...)
It's always easy when you take it slow (take it slow)
We' only here 3 weeks we still put on a show (put on a show)
Down the hills, we off the lights, we screaming "different hoes!" (get that bitch)
I woke up in The Valley
Where'd my people go? (where'd they go, where'd they go?)
I called the tribe they gave me 808's
Brick walls, damp doors, that's a house of faith
No calls, no clothes, we gotta escalate
How you ain't been to the city, what you tryin' say? (shut the fuck up)
It's that City of God shit
Barefoot in the streets shit
They like it in the movies
But they don't know how it goes shit
I still made it out, shit
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Gloryfy the wrong things
Please God never make me
Glorify the wrong things (yeah)

Written by:
Arthur Moraes, Danann Silvestre

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