I don't know about you, Miss Katya
But I feel so much yummier
Call me a slut, call me a whore
Not enough presents, baby, I want more
Meet me tonight, look up my flight
Rubber chickens, X's, O's, fuck all night
Can't pay the fee? Well, it's on me
Skip the meet and greet, bust, gotta skeet
High priced hookers, can't afford to book her
But you don't need cash to pound this gash
Quenga, vadia, ra-ra-rapariga
Senta na minha cara, cara, cara
Quenga, vadia, ra-ra-rapariga
Senta na minha cara, cara, cara
Sorry, I'm late
I didn't want to come
Come in Brazil
Come in Brazil
Come in Brazil
Come in Brazil
Come in Brazil
Call me a bitch, baby, I don't care
Cum on my face, just not in my hair
Down on your knees, press your luck
Push my buttons, eat my fuck
Punch my kitties, scratch my itch
Please this rancid psycho bitch
Don't call me, baby, I'll call you
You're not a boss bitch, that's Mama Ru
Quenga, vadia, ra-ra-rapariga
Senta na minha cara, cara, cara
Quenga, vadia, ra-ra-rapariga
Senta na minha cara, cara, cara
Sorry, I'm late
I didn't want to come
Come in Brazil
Come in Brazil
Come in Brazil
Come in Brazil
Come in Brazil
Come in Brazil
Come in Brazil
Come in Brazil
Come in Brazil
Come in Brazil
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