Put on the helmet
Here comes the stone

I tried to call but I'm blocked
A little high and thinking about her
My intention was to cause some trouble
But everywhere I look, I see her

I took the horse, a liter of Drea by my side
I was smoking my cigarette
Oh, a man in love

When I arrived
I already figured out your move
The fight breaking out inside
Now it's explained
My ex became a whore
I just don't become a client
Because I don't like competition

My ex became a whore
I just don't become a client
Because I don't like competition

Oh
Let's go, harmonica player, pull the solo
Hmm
Oh, what a forró, oh
Making up for the slap
Zé Felipe
Spatum tum tum

I tried to call but I'm blocked
A little high and thinking about her
My intention was to cause some trouble
But everywhere I look, I see her

I took the horse, a liter of Drea by my side
I was smoking my cigarette
Oh, a man in love

When I arrived
I already figured out your move
The fight breaking out inside
Now it's explained
My ex became a whore
I just don't become a client
Because I don't like competition

My ex became a whore
I just don't become a client
Because I don't like competition

My ex became a whore
I just don't become a client
Because I don't like competition

My ex became a whore
I just don't become a client
Because I don't like competition

This is not a criticism
It's just a story
Play it on the big speaker
Zé Felipe
Spatum tum tum, go
Call!

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