Fala
Há aí tantas mina pra falar
Vocês quer falar da bad
(Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad)
Há aí tantas mina pra falar
Vocês quer falar da bad
(Bad, bad, bad, bad)
When it all goes down you're a useless one
We cannot lose this one
They use and abuse this one
They say I'm the music one
What was you doing with a gun?
What are doing to her son?
Flee from the scene, so they run
Flee from the street when they they come
Was on the wrong path but I'm right in it
Love for the block, you'll die in it
Fizzy drink, not just Sprite in it
Clothes on a spin, igniting it
Put one shoe at a time, then tighten it
No shoes at the house, I reside in it
Bury my emotions, I'm hiding it
Free Sir GG, we knighted him
Favelas, I was raised in the slums
Seeing mum speaking in tongues
Seeing tugs speaking with guns
See a gun, breaching a lung
Jakes OJ breeching your drum
Night light, sleep with it on
Palm Angels, sinners outfit
Demons peaking above
Há aí tantas mina pra falar
Vocês quer falar da bad
(Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad)
Há aí tantas mina pra falar
Vocês quer falar da bad
(Bad, bad, bad, bad)
Talk like I'm 40, I'm 21
You ain't been where I've been, ask anyone
Live by the book, librarian
Wouldn't save her I was humanitarian
He don't want beef, vegetarian
In a bad state like Americans
Deplete your tank gauge, no aquariums
Cave men with the swords, barbarians
Gorgeous one with a dark complexion
And I got dark confession
101 dalmatians
Dargs in the can can't get them
His doe thin so they killer whale
PS2 in my can, Splinter Cell
Love with this girl called Isabel
He went in, she invisible
When it all goes down you're a useless one
We cannot lose this one
They use and abuse this one
They say I'm the music one
What was you doing with a gun?
What are doing to her son?
Flee from the scene, so they run
Flee from the street when they they come
Há aí tantas mina pra falar
Vocês quer falar da bad
(Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad)
Há aí tantas mina pra falar
Vocês quer falar da bad
(Bad, bad, bad, bad) Flee from the street when they they come
(Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad)
(Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad)
(Bad, bad)
Vocês quer falar da bad
(Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad)
Há aí tantas mina pra falar
Vocês quer falar da bad
(Bad, bad, bad, bad)
When it all goes down you're a useless one
We cannot lose this one
They use and abuse this one
They say I'm the music one
What was you doing with a gun?
What are doing to her son?
Flee from the scene, so they run
Flee from the street when they they come
Was on the wrong path but I'm right in it
Love for the block, you'll die in it
Fizzy drink, not just Sprite in it
Clothes on a spin, igniting it
Put one shoe at a time, then tighten it
No shoes at the house, I reside in it
Bury my emotions, I'm hiding it
Free Sir GG, we knighted him
Favelas, I was raised in the slums
Seeing mum speaking in tongues
Seeing tugs speaking with guns
See a gun, breaching a lung
Jakes OJ breeching your drum
Night light, sleep with it on
Palm Angels, sinners outfit
Demons peaking above
Há aí tantas mina pra falar
Vocês quer falar da bad
(Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad)
Há aí tantas mina pra falar
Vocês quer falar da bad
(Bad, bad, bad, bad)
Talk like I'm 40, I'm 21
You ain't been where I've been, ask anyone
Live by the book, librarian
Wouldn't save her I was humanitarian
He don't want beef, vegetarian
In a bad state like Americans
Deplete your tank gauge, no aquariums
Cave men with the swords, barbarians
Gorgeous one with a dark complexion
And I got dark confession
101 dalmatians
Dargs in the can can't get them
His doe thin so they killer whale
PS2 in my can, Splinter Cell
Love with this girl called Isabel
He went in, she invisible
When it all goes down you're a useless one
We cannot lose this one
They use and abuse this one
They say I'm the music one
What was you doing with a gun?
What are doing to her son?
Flee from the scene, so they run
Flee from the street when they they come
Há aí tantas mina pra falar
Vocês quer falar da bad
(Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad)
Há aí tantas mina pra falar
Vocês quer falar da bad
(Bad, bad, bad, bad) Flee from the street when they they come
(Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad)
(Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad)
(Bad, bad)
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Emmanuel Pinto Joao Eduardo, Tatenda Morgan
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