Ok (ah, ouh)
3rd Volume, Capo Dei Capi

I'm smoking up in the rental, I'm speeding up and it makes her tingle
I do some crimes, weed in my boxers and I throw up the "Jul" sign to celebrate
Don't stick your nose in our convo, in our hood, bodies fall 'cause of who you know
To stick-up the SNEP, gotta work in shifts, it's not just the cops issuing summons
A splash of passionfruit vodka, an inch away from blowin' up my bail
To everyone who's miserable when I'm at the station, I got my gold record spinnin' now (ok)

Oh, I hear the sirens go "pim-pom, pim-pom, pim-pom"
Falling fast, they're catching 20 years, 20 years, 20 years
For nothing at all, they're pulling out the shottys, shottys, shottys
Oh, I'm gonna hit her with a wicked plan, she got some implants (ok)

It's the Seleção
It's the Seleção
It's the Seleção

You come back like nothing happened, but where were you? (Where were you?)
And to think that before I hit it big, I thought about quitting it all (quitting it all)
I was loafing around, my mom, she was worrying about me (she worried)
These days, I'm making music, I got the honeys bouncing all summer long (all summer long)

I can't be a hero, I can't reset everything back to zero (yeah)
Already drunk before the apéritif, with my Sanchos, my bros (ok)
Me, I got stuff to do, I'm getting foggier and foggier with every glass (ouh)
Like back in the day, we had nothing, man, I was hustling all my little schemes (ah, ah, ah)

Oh, I hear the sirens go "pim-pom, pim-pom, pim-pom"
Falling fast, they're catching 20 years, 20 years, 20 years
For nothing at all, they're pulling out the shottys, shottys, shottys
Oh, I'm gonna hit her with a wicked plan, she got some implants (ok)

It's the Seleção
It's the Seleção
It's the Seleção

There's 3 of us, it's the Seleção and one way or another, they know it
Fusing like DBZ, we're handing out K.O's, obrigado, I'm telling you "ciao"
There's 3 of us, now it's getting mythical, we're not stressing 'bout your little jabs
Tu can "rah-rah" at us like a little pittie, but we don't pay attention, we're gettin' twitchy
'Cause she's acting crazy, I don't feel shit for her, go on, go dance your Mia
She grew up pretty different, this Cinderella, she's fucked up on spliffs and sangria (ok)

Oh, I hear the sirens go "pim-pom, pim-pom, pim-pom"
Falling fast, they're catching 20 years, 20 years, 20 years
For nothing at all, they're pulling out the shottys, shottys, shottys
Oh, I'm gonna hit her with a wicked plan, she got some implants (ok)

I drank some vodka, I fucked the royalty
Blunt 'tween my lips, I'm talking to my lawyer
I drank some vodka, I fucked the royalty
Blunt 'tween my lips, I'm talking to my lawyer

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