CANAPÉS Lyrics – JonCosta
Singer: JonCosta
Title: CANAPÉS
That’s what I’m talking ’bout, you know? Nah, um gajo mata qualquer estilo, seja drill, folclore, fado
Let’s go!
Tji sonhou e a obra nasce
Dreads enfiam a carapuça [R-rah
Só mendigos da minha sh#t bro
Tatua o meu nome na fuça [Za-za-za
Esses bonecos tão a brincar com o vírus
A jogar roleta russa
Correm todos atrás da mesma b#tch
Só esperar que a vaca tussa [Rrrah!]
f#ck it up, f#ck it up, f#ck it up-
Olha esse otário, dou shot boy tu back it up
Ben 10 watch, ten tiro no brain [Rah
Benji, Quad, quatro mil no banho [Rah
Bills na bed, são mil insane
100K tenho no f#cking peito [Rah
No meu neck nunca ando direito
Body dela de branco pintei [Skeat
Ouve, tu dá-me o império que eu fui ‘Faber’ tipo Castelo, eu juro [Juro
p#ss# drippei mel, no meu pulso colei Moscatel [Rah
Era um God da letra toda, ainda me batiam com o chinelo
E se fossem putas na tua cara, burro eu dava-te dez a zero
f#ck it up, eu tenho o peso no braço, eu dou-te o soco inglês
Com um copo de chá na vista, dei vista à puta outra vez
Isso é o momento exato, que eu limpo o prato e bazo de vez [Brah-brah
E é porque eu ganho o campeonato, e ponho família no Marquês [Toot-toot-toot-toot
Rrrrah
Zaa-zaa-zaa
Grrr-ah
Squad
Pus o Tji a fazer um drill, bro… What’s up?
[Rah
f#ck it up, f#ck it up, f#ck it up
Olha esse otário, dou shot boy, tu back it up [Toot-toot-toot-toot
Back it up, fala a tua fala, mas anda o caminho
Nah, tu és a puta histérica
Bernardina, só pindérica, pedicure
Pus a tuga toda a fazer-me a manicure
Party, Bacardi, com a dama a apanhar o licor
E a perguntar: “Quem é o puto e onde é que ele mitou?”
Johnny só trabalhou no seu flow, métrica
A aguentar o sofrimento, deve ser da genética
Ninguém o atrapalhou, conversa hipotética
Tomas o genérico na vida tão genérica
‘Pera lá, ‘pera lá, querem ver um bode, já ‘tá
f#ck toda a puta, que dizia que não sou capaz [Rah, rah
Devia ser guarda no rap, o teu rap é tão bad
Que era só dizer “volta para trás”
Oh boy, foda-se eu ‘tou Deus do rap
‘Tás a matá-lo, então viro ganda ateu no rap
Eu sou apogeu no rap
Quem é que sou eu no rap?
Sou quem deu ‘Drena’ e depois só desapareceu do rap
Tenham calma, que eu furei-te o pneu no rap
Tenham calma, que o recorde é todo impec
Tenham calma, com a bala que eu levei no pé
Quando ‘tava a lendar na mesa com canapés
f#ck it up, f#ck it up, f#ck it up-
Olha esse otário, dou shot boy tu back it up [Toot]
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CANAPÉS – English Translation
That’s What i’m Talking ‘Bout, You Know? Nah, a guy kills any style, Be Drill, Folklore, Fado
Let’s Go!
Tji dreamed and the work is born
Dreads stick the carapuça [R-Rah
Only beggars of my sh#t bro
Tatua my name in Fuça [ZA-ZA-ZA
These dolls so play with the virus
Playing Russian Roulette
Run all behind the same b#tch
Just wait for the Cow Tussa [Rrrah!]
f#ck It Up, f#ck It Up, f#ck It Up-
Look at this sucker, I’ll shoot Boy tu back it up
Ben 10 Watch, Ten Shooting in Brain [Rah
Benji, quad, four thousand in the bath [Rah
Bills on Bed, São Mil Insane
100k I have in the f#cking chest [Rah
In my Neck I never walk right
Body of her white painted [skeeat
Listen, you give me the empire that I was ‘faber’ type castle, I swear [swear
p#ss# drippei honey, on my pulse pasted Moscatel [Rah
It was a cheese god all, still beat me with the slipper
And if they were wh#res in your face, #ss I would give you ten to zero
f#ck it up, I have the weight on the arm, I give you English punch
With a glass of tea in the view, I looked at the b#tch again
This is the exact moment, which I clean the dish and bazo from time [brah-brah
And it’s because I earn the championship, and I put family in the marquis [toot-toot-toot-toot
Rrrrah
ZAA-ZAA-ZAA
Grrr-ah
Squad
I put the TJI to make a drill, bro … What’s up?
[Rah
f#ck It Up, f#ck It Up, f#ck It Up
Look at this sucker, give shot boy, you back it up [toot-toot-toot-toot
Back it up, talk your speech, but walk the way
Nah, you are hysterical b#tch
Bernardina, only Pindicure, pedicure
I put the whole tuga to make me the manicure
Party, Bacardi, with the lady to take the liquor
And asking, “Who is the piss and where did he mention?”
Johnny only worked on her flow, metric
To endure suffering, it must be genetics
No one disturbed him, hypothetical talk
Tomas the generic in such a generic life
‘Pear there,’ Pear there, they want to see a goat, already ‘
f#ck all b#tch, who said I’m not capable [Rah, Rah
I should be guard at the rap, your rap is so bad
Who was just saying “back back”
Oh boy, f#ck me ‘tou god of rap
‘You’re killing him, so I turn on the atheist on the rap
I’m Apogee on Rap
Who am I in rap?
I am who gave ‘draina’ and then only disappeared from rap
Take it easy, that I’ll rape the tire on the rap
Calm down, that the record is all impec
Calm, with the bullet I took in the foot
When I was on the table with canapés
f#ck It Up, f#ck It Up, f#ck It Up-
Look at this sucker, I give shot boy you back it up [TOOT]
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Lyrics JonCosta – CANAPÉS
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