Piratas do Asfalto by Waguin da PS Lyrics
[Intro]
DJ Wagner, o próprio, original
[Verso 1]
Ab ab thin
Wha-been ab been thin
Wha-been ab ab thin
Wha-been ab been thin
Wha-been-been been thin
Wha-been ab-wha-two-been thin
Wha-been ab-wha-ab-wha thin
Wha-been ab ab thin
Wha-been-been been thin
Wha-been ab two-been thin
Ab ab thin
Wha-been ab been thin
Wha-been-been been thin
Wha-been ab-wha-two-been thin
Wha-been ab-wha-ab-wha thin
Wha-been ab ab thin
Wha-been-been been thin
Wha-been ab ab ab ab
Ab-wha-ab-wha thin
Wha-been ab ab thin
Wha-been-been been thin
Wha-been ab-ab-two
Ab-ab-ab-two
Ab-ab-ab-two
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Wha-been-been been thin
Wha-been ab-wha-two-been thin what
[Verso 2]
I got room in my fumes (Yeah)
She fill my mind up with ideas
I'm the highest in the room (It's lit)
Hope I make it outta here (Let's go)
She saw my eyes, she know I'm gone (Ah)
I see some things that you might fear
I'm doin' a show, I'll be back soon (Soon)
That ain't what she wanna hear (Nah)
Now I got her in my room (Ah)
Legs wrapped around my beard
Got the fastest car, it zoom (Skrrt)
Hope we make it outta here (Ah)
When I'm with you, I feel alive
You say you love me, don't you lie (Yeah)
Won't cross my heart, don't wanna die
Keep the pistol on my side (Yeah)
Case it's fumes (Smoke)
She fill my mind up with ideas (Straight up)
I'm the highest in the room (It's lit)
Hope I make it outta here (Let's go, yeah)
We ain't stressin' 'bout the loot (Yeah)
My block made of quesería
This not the molly, this the boot
Ain't no comin' back from here
Live the life of La Familia
It's so much gang that I can't see ya (Yeah)
Turn it up 'til they can't hear (We can't)
Runnin', runnin' 'round for the thrill, yeah
[Verso 3]
There's a natural mystic blowing through the air
If you listen carefully now you will hear
This could be the first trumpet, might as well be the last
Many more will have to suffer
Many more will have to die
Don't ask me why
Things are not the way they used to be
I won't tell no lie
One and all got to face reality now
Though I've tried to find the answer to all the questions they ask
Though I know it's impossible to go living through the past
Can't keep them down
[Verso 4]
48 Hertz
That's gon' get me rich
Prezzley P. get you popped, nigga (Get your ass popped, boy)
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf, yeah
I came from the top
Big big pointers in the watch, woo
Filled up a party with some thots, woo
Pillsbury Doughboy the molly, yeah
I take the top of that Benz off
I take the top of your girl off
Richards the cost of your Murlock
I drop the top like a tanktop
I was just bringin' the bread out
I pour the syrup out
Mix red with the green like a turtle
And a lil' workout
Ayy, hopped out a Maybach coupe
Inside blue and the Patek came blue, ayy
I'm 'bout to spray your boo
Knock it out the park, you can call me Babe Ruth, ayy
I put the crab on the seat
All red guts, got the crab on the seat, ayy
Paralyze a nigga in the street, yeah
Riding with the carbon on the seat, hey
Pop out the new Wraith Spyder, yeah
Hop out the new Wraith Spyder, bitch
Hit your own mama, don't wife her, yeah
Heard you dance just like her, bitch
I'ma take a bar, Lil Peep, ayy
Yellow school bus in my cheeks, ayy
Rolls Royce stars in the seat, yeah
Stars in the seat, yeah
I'm Justin Bieber-ed up
The Maybach, the coupe, but I keep it tucked
They couldn't stand down when I built it up
[Verso 5]
I still believe in your eyes
I just don't care what
You've done in your life
[Verso 6]
Yeah, fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fucked up (Yeah)
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, yeah (Yeah, yeah, huh, ayy)
You done fucked up, you done fucked up (Yeah)
You done fucked up, you done fucked up (Yeah, bitch)
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fucked up (Yeah, bitch)
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, yeah (Huh, yeah, bitch, yeah)
You done fucked up, you done fucked up (Bitch, yeah)
You done fucked up, you done fucked up (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
George W. Bush right on her pussy, yeah (Uh, Uh, Uh)
Yeah, Curious George nigga lookin' boy, you so puss', yeah (Uh, uh, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, hit my line for the nigga dick, check my Twitter, yeah
Yeah, they call me Yung Dagger Dick, that's my handle, yeah (Uh, uh, uh, yeah)
Yeah, she grab on my dick like a handle, ayy
Lil' bitch, I got on Jesus sandals
[Verso 7]
Reggae, reggae
[Verso 8]
'Cause you're sweet
Sak pasé? (It's lit)
Wah yah seh? (Wah yah seh?)
Run it up (Yah), all this cake (Yah, yah)
Bag it up (Yah), den come right away (Yah, yah!)
'Cause you're sweet (Yah, yah-yah!)
What's your status? (Yah)
Yah, might hit your address, if I'm on them Addys (Yah)
Jet right to you, I can't do no traffic (Skrrr, skrrr)
I can't do no lacking (Skrrr, skrrr)
'Cause you're sweet—sweet—like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco (Yah)
Hangin' out with you is a no go (Yah, yah-yah, straight up)
'Cause you're sweet (Sweet, sweet), like cocoa
But all you wanna do is
[Verso 9]
Yeah
7:30 in the night, yeah
Ooh-oooh, ooh
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah
You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine
Worried 'bout those comments
I'm way too numb, yeah, it's way too dumb, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich
Throw that to the side, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah
When you're not around (straight up)
When you throw that to the side, yeah (it's lit)
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah
7-1-3
Through the 2-8-1, yeah, I'm ridin', why they on me?
Why they on me? I'm flyin', sippin' low-key
I'm sippin' low-key in Onyx, rider, rider
When I'm pullin' up right beside ya
Pop star, lil' Mariah
When I text a cute game, wildness
Throw a stack on the Bible
Never Snapchat or took molly
She fall through plenty, her and all her ginnies, yeah
We at the top floor, right there off Doheny, yeah
Oh no, I can't fuck with y'all
Yeah, when I'm with my squad I cannot do no wrong
Yeah, saucin' in the city, don't get misinformed
Yeah, they gon' pull up on you (Brr, brr, brr)
Yeah, we gon' do some things, some things you can't relate
Yeah, 'cause we from a place, a place you cannot stay
Oh, you can't go, oh, I don't know
Oh, back the fuck up off me (Brr, brr, brr)
[Verso 10]
Caralho, mãe, cadê meu pai? Yeah
Ele saiu pra comprar um cigarro
E ele não voltou mais não
Caralho, o meu pai
Já sumiu há anos
Já faz 10 anos
Caralho, mãe, cadê meu pai? Yeah
Ele saiu pra comprar um cigarro, yeah
E ele não voltou mais não, yeah
Caralho, o meu pai
Só foi comprar um cigarro, yeah
Caralho, mãe, cadê meu pai?
DJ Wagner, o próprio, original
[Verso 1]
Ab ab thin
Wha-been ab been thin
Wha-been ab ab thin
Wha-been ab been thin
Wha-been-been been thin
Wha-been ab-wha-two-been thin
Wha-been ab-wha-ab-wha thin
Wha-been ab ab thin
Wha-been-been been thin
Wha-been ab two-been thin
Ab ab thin
Wha-been ab been thin
Wha-been-been been thin
Wha-been ab-wha-two-been thin
Wha-been ab-wha-ab-wha thin
Wha-been ab ab thin
Wha-been-been been thin
Wha-been ab ab ab ab
Ab-wha-ab-wha thin
Wha-been ab ab thin
Wha-been-been been thin
Wha-been ab-ab-two
Ab-ab-ab-two
Ab-ab-ab-two
Ab-ab-ab-two
Ab-ab-ab-two
Ab-ab-ab-two
Ab-ab-ab-two
Ab-ab-ab-two
Ab-ab-ab-two
Ab-ab-ab-two
Ab-ab-ab-two
Ab-ab-ab-two
Ab-ab-wha-ab-wha thin
Wha-been ab ab thin
Wha-been-been been thin
Wha-been ab-wha-two-been thin what
Ab-ab-ab-two
Ab-ab-ab-two
Ab-ab-ab-two
Ab-ab-ab-two
Ab-ab-ab-two
Ab-ab-ab-two
Ab-ab-ab-two
Ab-ab-ab-two
Ab-ab-ab-two
Ab-ab-ab-two
Ab-ab-ab-two
Ab-ab-ab-two
Ab-ab-ab-two
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Ab-ab-ab-two
Ab-ab-ab-two
Ab-ab-ab-two
Ab-ab-ab-two
Ab-ab-ab-two
Ab-ab-ab-two
Ab-ab-ab-two
Ab-ab-ab-two
Ab-ab-wha-ab-wha thin
Wha-been ab ab thin
Wha-been-been been thin
Wha-been ab-wha-two-been thin what
[Verso 2]
I got room in my fumes (Yeah)
She fill my mind up with ideas
I'm the highest in the room (It's lit)
Hope I make it outta here (Let's go)
She saw my eyes, she know I'm gone (Ah)
I see some things that you might fear
I'm doin' a show, I'll be back soon (Soon)
That ain't what she wanna hear (Nah)
Now I got her in my room (Ah)
Legs wrapped around my beard
Got the fastest car, it zoom (Skrrt)
Hope we make it outta here (Ah)
When I'm with you, I feel alive
You say you love me, don't you lie (Yeah)
Won't cross my heart, don't wanna die
Keep the pistol on my side (Yeah)
Case it's fumes (Smoke)
She fill my mind up with ideas (Straight up)
I'm the highest in the room (It's lit)
Hope I make it outta here (Let's go, yeah)
We ain't stressin' 'bout the loot (Yeah)
My block made of quesería
This not the molly, this the boot
Ain't no comin' back from here
Live the life of La Familia
It's so much gang that I can't see ya (Yeah)
Turn it up 'til they can't hear (We can't)
Runnin', runnin' 'round for the thrill, yeah
[Verso 3]
There's a natural mystic blowing through the air
If you listen carefully now you will hear
This could be the first trumpet, might as well be the last
Many more will have to suffer
Many more will have to die
Don't ask me why
Things are not the way they used to be
I won't tell no lie
One and all got to face reality now
Though I've tried to find the answer to all the questions they ask
Though I know it's impossible to go living through the past
Can't keep them down
[Verso 4]
48 Hertz
That's gon' get me rich
Prezzley P. get you popped, nigga (Get your ass popped, boy)
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf, yeah
I came from the top
Big big pointers in the watch, woo
Filled up a party with some thots, woo
Pillsbury Doughboy the molly, yeah
I take the top of that Benz off
I take the top of your girl off
Richards the cost of your Murlock
I drop the top like a tanktop
I was just bringin' the bread out
I pour the syrup out
Mix red with the green like a turtle
And a lil' workout
Ayy, hopped out a Maybach coupe
Inside blue and the Patek came blue, ayy
I'm 'bout to spray your boo
Knock it out the park, you can call me Babe Ruth, ayy
I put the crab on the seat
All red guts, got the crab on the seat, ayy
Paralyze a nigga in the street, yeah
Riding with the carbon on the seat, hey
Pop out the new Wraith Spyder, yeah
Hop out the new Wraith Spyder, bitch
Hit your own mama, don't wife her, yeah
Heard you dance just like her, bitch
I'ma take a bar, Lil Peep, ayy
Yellow school bus in my cheeks, ayy
Rolls Royce stars in the seat, yeah
Stars in the seat, yeah
I'm Justin Bieber-ed up
The Maybach, the coupe, but I keep it tucked
They couldn't stand down when I built it up
[Verso 5]
I still believe in your eyes
I just don't care what
You've done in your life
[Verso 6]
Yeah, fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fucked up (Yeah)
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, yeah (Yeah, yeah, huh, ayy)
You done fucked up, you done fucked up (Yeah)
You done fucked up, you done fucked up (Yeah, bitch)
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fucked up (Yeah, bitch)
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, yeah (Huh, yeah, bitch, yeah)
You done fucked up, you done fucked up (Bitch, yeah)
You done fucked up, you done fucked up (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
George W. Bush right on her pussy, yeah (Uh, Uh, Uh)
Yeah, Curious George nigga lookin' boy, you so puss', yeah (Uh, uh, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, hit my line for the nigga dick, check my Twitter, yeah
Yeah, they call me Yung Dagger Dick, that's my handle, yeah (Uh, uh, uh, yeah)
Yeah, she grab on my dick like a handle, ayy
Lil' bitch, I got on Jesus sandals
[Verso 7]
Reggae, reggae
[Verso 8]
'Cause you're sweet
Sak pasé? (It's lit)
Wah yah seh? (Wah yah seh?)
Run it up (Yah), all this cake (Yah, yah)
Bag it up (Yah), den come right away (Yah, yah!)
'Cause you're sweet (Yah, yah-yah!)
What's your status? (Yah)
Yah, might hit your address, if I'm on them Addys (Yah)
Jet right to you, I can't do no traffic (Skrrr, skrrr)
I can't do no lacking (Skrrr, skrrr)
'Cause you're sweet—sweet—like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco (Yah)
Hangin' out with you is a no go (Yah, yah-yah, straight up)
'Cause you're sweet (Sweet, sweet), like cocoa
But all you wanna do is
[Verso 9]
Yeah
7:30 in the night, yeah
Ooh-oooh, ooh
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah
You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine
Worried 'bout those comments
I'm way too numb, yeah, it's way too dumb, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich
Throw that to the side, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah
When you're not around (straight up)
When you throw that to the side, yeah (it's lit)
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah
7-1-3
Through the 2-8-1, yeah, I'm ridin', why they on me?
Why they on me? I'm flyin', sippin' low-key
I'm sippin' low-key in Onyx, rider, rider
When I'm pullin' up right beside ya
Pop star, lil' Mariah
When I text a cute game, wildness
Throw a stack on the Bible
Never Snapchat or took molly
She fall through plenty, her and all her ginnies, yeah
We at the top floor, right there off Doheny, yeah
Oh no, I can't fuck with y'all
Yeah, when I'm with my squad I cannot do no wrong
Yeah, saucin' in the city, don't get misinformed
Yeah, they gon' pull up on you (Brr, brr, brr)
Yeah, we gon' do some things, some things you can't relate
Yeah, 'cause we from a place, a place you cannot stay
Oh, you can't go, oh, I don't know
Oh, back the fuck up off me (Brr, brr, brr)
[Verso 10]
Caralho, mãe, cadê meu pai? Yeah
Ele saiu pra comprar um cigarro
E ele não voltou mais não
Caralho, o meu pai
Já sumiu há anos
Já faz 10 anos
Caralho, mãe, cadê meu pai? Yeah
Ele saiu pra comprar um cigarro, yeah
E ele não voltou mais não, yeah
Caralho, o meu pai
Só foi comprar um cigarro, yeah
Caralho, mãe, cadê meu pai?