Brazil (remix) (feat. Gloria Groove)
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Brazil (remix) (feat. Gloria Groove)
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Paid for this body and none of it's cheap
I heard your song, now I'm goin’ to sleep
Boys in my yard, but this ain't from Kelis
Look at my cars, you see nothin’ on lease
Look, I'm showin’ my cards how I play with a king
Heard they was sleepin’, I'm breakin’ the dream
Closin’ a deal while you makin’ a meme
Superstar status, I stay in the hills
Light hundred thousand to play in some heels
Festival season, I'm out in Brazil
See that I'm hot and I ain't got no chill, uh, yeah
Mercedes the Benz and I park on the curb
Your man wanna pitch, but I’m tossin a curve
The way that I live, you might call it absurd
I got it
All I got is these racks in my pockеt
Stick my tongue out, I'm feelin’ erotic
Hear my accеnt, he think I’m exotic
And still, I got it
Hands all over my body
Hands all up in his wallet
Baddest bitch up in the party
For real, I got it
All I got is these racks in my pocket
Stick my tongue out, I'm feelin’ erotic
Hear my accent, he think I’m exotic
And still, I got it
Hands all over my body
Hands all up in his wallet
Baddest bitch up in the party
I'm showin’ my cards how I play with a King
Heard they was sleepin’, I'm breakin’ the dream
Closin’ a deal while you makin’ a meme
Superstar status, I stay in the hills
Light hundred thousand to play in some heels
Festival season, I'm out in Brazil
Festival season, I'm out in Brazil
I'm a fantasy, you a tragedy
And I'm rich, that's some shit that you will never be
This a movie, I'm somethin’ they wanna see
Had a baby, bounced back like I'm twenty-three
I had millions on millions at twenty-three
Think it's funny that someone could fuck with me
Talkin’ down the whole time they look up to me
Y'all my children, I skipped out on custody
Take my time, ain't no rushin’ me, haters in love with me
Faces is ugly, bitches is mad
I worked at a store, I still get to the bag
A cover star magazine, look at my ass, ooh
I'm the front page
Take a shot, wait, it's a pump fake
Checkers or chess?
Don't play with the best or, bitch, you end up a mess
I got it
All I got is these racks in my pocket
Stick my tongue out, I'm feelin’ erotic
Hear my accent, he think I’m exotic
And still, I got it
Hands all over my body
Hands all up in his wallet
Baddest bitch up in the party
For real, I got it
All I got is these racks in my pocket
Stick my tongue out, I'm feelin’ erotic
Hear my accent, he think I’m exotic
And still, I got it
Hands all over my body
Hands all up in his wallet
Baddest bitch up in the party
I'm showin’ my cards how I play with a King
Heard they was sleepin’, I'm breakin’ the dream
Closin’ a deal while you makin’ a meme
Superstar status, I stay in the hills
Light hundred thousand to play in some heels
Festival season, I'm out in Brazil
Festival season, I'm out in Brazil
You really wanna know though, Iggy? (You know what?)
They wonder why I be the bad kitty (why though?)
But they ain't seen you and me, did they? (Nope!)
You and me, that's a bad bitch committee
I be sweeter than honey on mango (so sweet)
I be seen with the boys at the bando (so cool)
I be fliippin’ the tempo (flip it)
Isso não é paredão
Mas o Brasil tá vendo (o Brasil tá vendo, hein!)
Eu não tenho mais tempo (não!)
Só me dá meu dinheiro
Esse é o meu passatempo (e me dá meu dinheiro!)
Tô vivendo um momento
Catastrófico e tenso
Yo, wanna work out? I'ma flex ya’
I'ma twist like Alexia
Brought the ding-a-ling to impress ya’
Want a lookalike? Call Halessia (hey, pretties!)
Stealing the show with the I-G-G-Y
Festival season, miga, vem pra cá!
This ain't no jet, but we lookin so fly
Jogando a raba, boys be like ah
O Brazil não conhece o Brasil! (Não conhece)
O Brazil não conhece o Brasil! (Nunca foi)
O Brazil não conhece o Brasil! (Nunca viu)
O Brazil não conhece o Brasil!
E dessa novela eu sou vítima
A calamidade é legítima
O que me faria feliz de verdade?
Vacinação e impeachment!
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Welcome to Brazil, bitch!
Bye!
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