Lyrics and translation Mc Chefin - Djokovic

Djokovic

Vamo encosta ali no shop ali lança uns kit novo parceiro
Tem uns boy aí desmerecendo Nois tá Ligado
Acha que na favela nois Não porta uns kit
É Dic City
Que na quebrada agente passa
De roupa de grife
Boné da Lacoste com a Polo da Djokovic
Na visu A Juju no pulso menute machine
Pode cola na Favela
Que lá tem Moleque chique
Que na quebrada nooois passa
De roupa de grife
Boné da Lacoste com a Polo da Djokovic
Na visu a Juju no pulso menute machine
Pode cola na favela
Que lá tem moleque chique
Eu
Tô na quebrada barulhando Pra cima e pra baixo
E nois que Tucha na Favela e ainda enrola O cabo
Rato de bosta vem na bota Todo emocionado
Respeita nois que vem da leste e só trecho pesado
Vixi
Nois Eo Trap e trafica rima
Sou porta voz da favela Do Aparecidinha
Cola na 10 pra tu vê que é só moleque zika
Onde tem nave tem drink rodeado de mina
Eu
Ne mo solzão derreto a Hornet
Pra combina com tanque ea mesma Lente A Juliet
E sem contar dos drink que os mlk bebê
E destilado tem Buchanas Do red ao black
Boyzão
Saiu da sul pra cola No morrão
E foda vê esses cara pagando de Visão
Difícil é vê nois do gueto contando cifrão
Sua filha que é doutorada Vir da Pros Irmão
Que na qbrada nois passa
De roupa de grife
Boné da Lacoste com a polo da Djokovic
Na visu a Juju no pulso menute machine
Pode cola na Favela Que lá tem moleque chique
Que na qbrada nois passa
De roupa de grife
Boné da Lacoste com a Polo da Djokovic
Na visu a Juju no pulso menute machine
Pode cola na favela
Que lá tem moleque chique
E Dic City
Éééh cachorro
Aí esse Djokovic se já tá ligado
Que na qbrada agente passa
De roupa de grife
Boné da Lacoste com a Polo da Djokovic
Na visu a Juju no pulso menute machine
Pode cola na favela
Que lá tem moleque chique
Que na qbrada Nois passa
De roupa de grife
Boné da Lacoste com a Polo da Djokovic
Na visu a Juju no pulso menute machine
Pode cola na favela
Que lá tem moleque chique
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Djokovic

Let's stop at the shop over there and get some new outfits, my love
There are some guys out there who underestimate us, babe
They think we don't have the style in the favelas, baby
It's Dic City
Where we walk through the streets
In designer clothes
Lacoste cap with a Djokovic Polo
On the watch, a Juicy Couture, on the wrist, a miniature machine
Come to the favela
Because there are chic guys there
Where we walk through the streets, baby
In designer clothes
Lacoste cap with a Djokovic Polo
On the watch, a Juicy Couture, on the wrist, a miniature machine
Come to the favela
Because there are chic guys there
Me
I'm in the favela, making noise, up and down
And we're the ones who hang out in the favela and still roll the cable
Scum comes in boots, all excited
Respect us who come from the east and only heavy areas
Wow
We're Trap and we traffic rhyme
I'm the spokesperson for the favela of Aparecidinha
Come to the 10th floor and you'll see that it's only cool guys
Where there's cars and drinks surrounded by girls
Me
In the sun, I melt the Hornet
To match the tank and the same lens, the Juliet
And not to mention the drinks that the guys drink
And there's Buchanan's whiskey, from red to black
Boyfriend
I left the south to come to the favela
And it sucks to see these guys pretending to be visionaries
It's hard to see us from the ghetto counting bills
Your daughter who is a doctor comes from Pros, brother
Where we walk through the streets
In designer clothes
Lacoste cap with a Djokovic Polo
On the watch, a Juicy Couture, on the wrist, a miniature machine
Come to the favela, because there are chic guys there
Where we walk through the streets
In designer clothes
Lacoste cap with a Djokovic Polo
On the watch, a Juicy Couture, on the wrist, a miniature machine
Come to the favela
Because there are chic guys there
And Dic City
Yeah, puppy
You already know this Djokovic
Where we walk through the streets
In designer clothes
Lacoste cap with a Djokovic Polo
On the watch, a Juicy Couture, on the wrist, a miniature machine
Come to the favela
Because there are chic guys there
Where we walk through the streets
In designer clothes
Lacoste cap with a Djokovic Polo
On the watch, a Juicy Couture, on the wrist, a miniature machine
Come to the favela
Because there are chic guys there
Me