I fueled up the tiger, gave him food to fetch my bro
Wall's beat is poppin', he is not kiddin' around

I dressed up, got that crocodile from Lacoste chillin' under the coconut tree
I've been to the barbershop, got my undercut fade, the hair is on point
I got the tiger back, fueled him up, gave him food to fetch my bro
I learned that the hoes only come play if they get their whip and stash

So ride them big wheels on the road
Them rides that haunt the Sao Paulo grounds
The desire of many bad hoes
The nightmare of them cops
Full of confidence, nigga only moving forward
Gifted with the touch, the king of witchcraft
They call me "love, my life"
But it wasn't like this in the old days

She calls me "love, my life", hey, Caveira

I got my black Visa card back
I got my black Visa card back, I called KayBlack, and even the clerk smiled
I used to shop at Rua 25 de Marco, and now, I dress Lacoste, I spent twenty-five thousand on it
I even bought a dark-skinned, aka African, with the last name Twin
But it's not me who's in control, I let a brother take the wheel for me
I still remember my bicycle, tunned up with motorcycle handlebars
I hustled a lot, never lost focus
Today, I'm the one steering the Trojan horse
And I can't, and I can't
Rolling in my neighborhood (in my neighborhood)
Being inspiration for all the kids (all the kids)
The fridge is full, there is grub on the table
That shorty only cares about knowing if my clothes are knockouts or brand-name

I dressed up, got that key set made overseas
My bad days are behind me, faced my fears, never had silver spoon
I got the tiger back, fueled him up, gave him food to fetch my bro
Because them hoes only come play if they get their whip and stash

I dressed up, got that crocodile from Lacoste chillin' under the coconut tree
I've been to the barbershop, got my undercut fade, the hair is on point
I got the tiger back, fueled him up, gave him food to fetch my bro
I learned that the hoes only come play if they get their whip and stash

So ride them big wheels on the road
Them rides that haunt the Sao Paulo grounds
The desire of many bad hoes
The nightmare of them cops
Full of confidence, nigga only moving forward
Gifted with the touch, the king of witchcraft
They call me "love, my life"
But it wasn't like this in the old days

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