Brazil Lyrics – HNM Magazine
Singer: HNM Magazine
Title: Brazil
Ai
Welcome to Brazil, b#tch!
Rrrrrrrr
Scalez, that’s a Scalez track [Anitta
Ayy, tell ’em run it back [Major Lazer
AJ ruin everything, he in here [E ele]
Paid for this body and none of it’s cheap
I heard your song, now I’m goin’ to sleep
Boys in my yard, but this ain’t from Kelis
Look at my cars you, see nothin’ on lease
Look, I’m showin’ my cards how I play with a King
Heard they was sleepin’, I’m breakin’ the dream
Closin’ a deal while you makin’ a meme
Superstar status, I stay in the Hills
Light hundred thousand to play in some heels
Festival season, I’m out in Brazil
See that I’m hot and I ain’t got no chill, uh, yeah
Mercedes the Benz and I park on the curb
Your man wanna pitch, but I’m tossin a curvе
The way that I live, you might call it absurd
I got it
All I got is thesе racks in my pocket
Stick my tongue out, I’m feelin’ erotic
Hear my accent, he think I’m exotic
And still, I got it
Hands all over my body
Hands all up in his wallet
Baddest b#tch up in the party
For real, I got it
All I got is these racks in my pocket
Stick my tongue out, I’m feelin’ erotic
Hear my accent, he think I’m exotic
And still, I got it
Hands all over my body
Hands all up in his wallet
Baddest b#tch up in the party [Look]
Já tá avisado, tá dado o recado
Só vem preparado que o bagulho é tenso
Bolso lotado, tá tudo regado
Quem tá do meu lado nem tá entendendo
Rave com funk ficou excitante
Tô querendo ver tu colar aqui dentro
Vem pro mirante, te finjo um romance
Só tem uma chance pra esse momento
Tô louca, bateu agora
Aproveita, já chega e bota
Me toca, já chega e bota
Vai, vai, vai
Thi-this dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles
Di-dick bigger than a tower, I ain’t talking about Eiffel’s
Real country-ass n#gg#, let me play with his rifle
p#ss# put his #ss to sleep, now he calling me NyQuil
Now that bang, bang, bang
I let him hit it ’cause he slang cocaine
He toss my salad like his name Romaine
And when we done, I make him buy me Balmain
I’m on some dumb sh#t
By the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain’t missing no meals
Come through and f#ck him in my automobile
Let him eat it with his grills, and he telling me to chill
And he telling me it’s real, that he love my sex appeal
He say he don’t like ’em boney, he want something he can grab
So I pulled up in the Jag, Mayweather with the jab like
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun…
[After chorusIggy Azalea & Nicki Minaj
I’m showin’ my cards how I play with a King [Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Heard they was sleepin’, I’m breakin’ the dream [Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Closin’ a deal while you makin’ a meme
Superstar status, I stay in the Hills [Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Light hundred thousand to play in some heels
Festival season, I’m out in Brazil
Festival season, I’m out in Brazil [Look at her butt, look at, look at, look at]
I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it [I got it
I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it [I got it
I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it [I got it]
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