Plug from Rio de Janeiro
(Jay, make a plug for me)
It's crime (Plug)

Luxury, crime and drugs (Luxury, crime and drugs)
Bitch, this is my life
Grab the load, pack it (Pack it)
The tough rooster leaves you with a twisted face
(With a twisted face)
The brute of a hundred I rhythm in my store

Hey, the bullets
You're going to get shot
Bitch, I'm wanted
Photo with emoji on the face
The wave isn't hitting
I'm going to drop seven more bullets
A kilo of skunk only, enemies in my blunt
Bitch, you know, I'm a relic
A rhinoceros on the shirt (Plug)
I can't believe what I'm seeing
They want to try with the Lord
These guys don't love life

I want
Luxury, crime and drugs (Luxury, crime and drugs)
Bitch, this is my life
Grab the load, pack it (Pack it)
The tough rooster leaves you with a twisted face (Ahn)
The brute of a hundred I rhythm in my store
(In my store)
Luxury, crime and drugs (Luxury, crime and drugs)
Bitch, this is my life
Grab the load, pack it (Pack it, brrt, brrt)
The tough rooster, leaves you with a twisted face
(Ahn ahn, ahn, ahn)
The brute of a hundred, I rhythm in my store
(Plug)

Colombians line up at my door
I got grams in the morning
In the afternoon I have kilos in the bag
You know, I don't play with these drugs
This shit comes from abroad
Bitches say: "Let's go, let's go"
I warned that I would be mocking
Just playing
I unlocked these five plates from the brother
I never got sad again
I'm smiling and trafficking
(Ahn, ahn, ahn, ahn)
Best bitches, I throw in a Ford (Plug)
This is the bullet train from the North
Hitting on the rich girls
(Prr, prr, ahn, ahn)
It's him and you know it, you bitch
(Ayy, it's Aka)
That young man who hit on your friends

Junkies calling me
They want what's in the bag (Ayy, ayy)
I'm on the corner of my area
The trade comes and goes (Ahn)
These bitches calling me
They're saying: "Let's go, Let's go"
Hey, young girl
I've been famous since I left school
Oh, I pass the plate to the comedian on the other corner
(Ayy, plug) selling rich people's drugs
He's going to put it in his nose (Ahn)
I'm going to press, extraction, if I
I'm with the guys, With the bitch
They came from California
These little pots of fine herb (Ayy)
It's my time, Now I'm going to the party
Mock with my choppa (Ahn)
And if the BOPE invade
I'm going to escape in an XJ
Hair disguised (Ayy, plug, ayy)
It's the criminal that they like

I want luxury, crime and drugs
(Plug, luxury, crime and drugs)
Bitch, this is my life
Grab the load, pack it (Pack it)
The tough rooster leaves you with a twisted face
(With a twisted face)
The brute of a hundred I rhythm in my store

Hey, the bullets
You're going to get shot
Bitch, I'm wanted
Photo with emoji on the face
The wave isn't hitting
I'm going to drop seven more bullets
A kilo of skunk only, enemies in my blunt

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