Inho lyrics by Dead Smurfs. Que mundinho tão lindinho Tão sujinho, fudidinho Inho inho Inho inho Playboyzinho viadinho Tão mauzinho, tão bobinho Que mais...
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Que mundinho tão lindinho
Tão sujinho, fudidinho
Inho inho
Inho inho
Playboyzinho viadinho
Tão mauzinho, tão bobinho
Que mais parece a porra fedorenta do garfo do capeta amassada com a bunda da sua sogra!
O laguinho com cocôzinho
Coitadinho dos peixinho
Inho inho
Inho inho
O matinho tá sequinho
E tem foguinho destruinho
Inho inho
Inho inho
Menininho, sorvetinho
Homenzinha queima a árvore!
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