DJ WN
What's up, DJ GM
Here is the mandrake on the mic (sand)

Sea sand
Sand
Sea sand

And they with their feet in the sand, sunbathing
And I'm drinking beer, volleyball, soccer
Shrimp platter, delicacies
And a touch of lime, caipirinha

I'm going to get my jet
And I'm going to get a joint
And take a couple on the island

We're having fun even without a surfboard
And if I get tired of the jet, I'll take out the boat
Every weekend is a party at the marina
Brazilian rhythm

Party on the high seas
A toast to the real ones
May we never lack money
If it does, we'll go get it

Let them talk
I'll say goodbye to the gossipers
Today we are the sailors
Put the meat to roast

Party on the high seas
A toast to the real ones
May we never lack money
If it does, we'll go get it

Let them talk
I'll say goodbye to the gossipers
Today we are the sailors
Put the meat to roast

On a Friday
Paulin' called me, we're going out to the pagode
I'll go calm and relaxed without a time to return
Step twice on the Panamera pedal
I was summoned and the guys will be there

Get me a shot of Royal Salute
To match Juju's lenses
Gold and some chains on the neck
Makes me look richer

Thick mustache and from the favela
Kicking sand, I'll go barefoot
Look at the mermaid and the tan, yeah
I chose this one carefully

True brunette with curly hair
Has five tattoos, mixed-race with light eyes
And if she's single, I'll ask her out
Hop on the back, the back of the jet ski

Party on the high seas
A toast to the real ones
May we never lack money
Lots of peace from Iemanjá

Let them talk
I'll say goodbye to the gossipers
Today we are the sailors
Put the meat to roast

Forty degrees, only big women
Sand hotter than the boardwalk
Grilled cheese, caipora-lime (lime)

A thousand reasons to smile
And nothing to cry about
The salty tears that fell into the sea
And the waves took everything that passed

Look at the high tide the size of the brunette
Brazilian body, sensual sway
I never imagined
Out of the ordinary

Beautiful girl, what a masterpiece
Like Mona Lisa, oh oh oh

Marvel, owner of the tan lines
Very natural, ah ah

Party on the high seas
A toast to the real ones
May we never lack money
If it does, we'll go get it

Let them talk
I'll say goodbye to the gossipers
Today we are the sailors
Put the meat to roast

Let's go with pagode
Tap on the tambourine and a sip of gin
Even tears fall from the cavaquinho
It's crying
It's WN
Malandro samba
Dust rises from the feet

Of the mulata with silver sandals
The mermaid sambaing for the pirates
The black girl's step is different
That makes the hearts of the maloka race

Stop everything
Leave only the percussion of the surdo, aff
Bring another one to refresh

Friday has arrived
Hang up the boots
Feijoada on the table
And in the repertoire is Arte Popular

Party on the high seas
A toast to the real ones
May we never lack money
If it does, we'll go get it

Let them talk
I'll say goodbye to the gossipers
Today we are the sailors
Put the meat to roast

Let's go with pagode (let's go with pagode, let's go with pagode, let's go with pagode)

DJ WN
What's up, DJ GM
Here is the mandrake on the mic

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