It's tough to catch Murilo LT on the track, bro
It's Fefa, you know, right DJ?

After all, who sponsors sets fire in Sampa
Shows for the ladies that it's us who's there
With the real, with dollar, with the girls of the hour
Mia is curious, wanting to give me
It's not always a ribbon, the name is not even spoken
But I don't care, she wants to give me
Fire, in the São Paulo night
She smiled when she saw that Fefa shines
Broke the heart of this bandit
4M City, ah, no speak English
Oh, baby, suck my dick, oh
At the rave, she wants three times
Three days turned, thrown in the net

In Angra
Make this Ferrari sing
In Angra
This bitch wants to speed up
In Angra
Make this Ferrari sing
In Angra
This bitch wants to speed up

On the night jet, in the seas of Angra
My cyclops lighthouse, marijuana effect
Two ice cubes in the vagabond's glass
Distilled the sip and heats the pure whiskey
More mature forward, plays easy like Ronaldo
If she threw herself it's a box, if it's cool it's a thousand balance
Sweaty in bed, effect of good sex
Threesome, me, her and marijuana
Party paty smoking in my Ferrari
On the yacht, sixty feet, I stay smooth
My carats, heavy like Hari's lyrics
Rarity, it was to parade in Ferrari

Stabilizing everything
I already told you, honey, that I came from the underworld
We are first on the podium, dominating everything
Vagabond way, and they think it's fair
See my wild side, speeding everything up
Baby, I'm from the world
Black Ferrari, lead
You're with the raw blacks
That puts you deep
Dive into the sea of illusion

You know that if you're with me it's profit
You know there's money in your pocket
Want to roll with me in Angra
Jet therapy with black
Dressed in fragrant brand
Big gold chain on the chest
With the paty it's just balloon by the edge
Having sex stoned with ice

In Angra
Make this Ferrari sing
In Angra
This bitch wants to speed up
In Angra
Make this Ferrari sing
In Angra
This bitch wants to speed up (ah)

With a mile in the suitcase, changed my destiny
I did a responsible job, now it's just smiles
I'm not on the narrow street anymore, running danger
Mom, this Christmas there will be a feast, rich food
Four gold beds, an absurd rope
A slap in the face, it's wet, vagabond
I'm in Macan without a license plate, near Barra Funda
Tearing up the night in search of madness
We used to ride bikes
And what was there was fraud
I've been a companion to the will of the bad phase
In the garage a Ferrari and a Ducati
Discredited will be dazzled by my light

Old man with a full mustache of money
King of the VIP areas
Owner of the Ferrari, stopped at the party
Drawing attention, killing the envy
Drawing attention

Old man with a full mustache of money
King of the VIP areas
Owner of the Ferrari, stopped at the party
Stealing the hearts of the young girls
And killing the envy with rage

In Angra
Make this Ferrari sing
In Angra
This bitch wants to speed up
In Angra
Make this Ferrari sing
In Angra
This bitch wants to speed up

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