(It's the Wimp, boy)
(Ecologyk, Ecologyk, Ecologyk)

Smoking weed in the living room
And if my bro doesn't tell me
That I still have the drug in my bag
I pass, the cops stop me (stop)
Back to the hill (hill)
No empty pockets for home
No bags with hundred-dollar bills (hundred)
Hundred whores in my

No empty pocket
I never come back with an empty pocket
I never come back with an empty pocket
I'm no longer with an empty pocket
Smoke all my joint
Thinks it's a refill
Gets pissed with the fans who put me as their profile
When I pass in the mall, spends more than a thousand
Wants a trip outside Brazil
Let's go, let's go

In my contact list
I wake up and already leave a grand
She said she just wants to smoke ice
I fill the room with smoke
There's no pun with numbers
Girl, I just want you on all fours (four)
I don't have time for this
I wake up and already get stoned

I already get stoned with the push
She tells me she has a crush
This playboy, bro, I leave on mute
Busy, I'm the most relevant
In my bed, she comes like a hydrant
Inside the bag, weed and some blunts
I know you gave me some chances
Unfortunately, it wasn't enough
No, no
I don't cheat on you
No, no
I didn't lie, no
No, no
Your friend threw herself at me
Smoking weed in the living room
No, no
I don't cheat on you
No, no
I didn't lie, no
No, no
Your friend threw herself at me
Smoking weed in the living room (smoking weed in the)
Smoking weed in the living room

And if my bro doesn't tell me
That I still have the drug in my bag
I pass, the cops stop me
Back to the hill
No empty pockets for home
No bags with hundred-dollar bills
Hundred whores in my living room
Living room (living room)
Living room (living room) (Ecologyk, Ecologyk, Ecologyk)
Hundred whores in my living room
Living room
Living room (living room)

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