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Letra Mc Lbx – Ela Requebra

Roubou minha brisa
Essa menina
Quando passou
Na minha frente
Eita que delicia
Ela gosta de aguardente.(ela requebra)

É louca que nem eu
Sou louco que nem ela
Versuri-lyrics.info
É musa da favela
Ela senta e requebra.

Ela requebra
Pros favelasss.
Mc Lbx letras
Letra requebra

[Verse 1]
Let’s make something clear
We’re recording this as it happens
Those diamond bullets, storefront blood banks
Splinters and stained glass
Don’t need to move a single prayer bone
Dodge bullets so loud and so low
Don’t need to move a single prayer bone
Our death is still life

[Refrain]
So what’s a nice place like this
Doing ’round people like us?
So what’s a nice place like this
Doing ’round people like us?

[Chorus]
We know where you fucking live
We know where you fucking live
We’ll burn it down, burn it down
They won’t even recognise your corpse

[Verse 2]
The world was stripped of the superficial surfaces
We don’t intend to just eat the street
The asphalt is the good meat

And we will sleep on the skin of his nightmares
We will sleep on the skin of his nightmares
Time to just kill this crowd, scream this fuckin’ loud

[Chorus]
We know where you fucking live
We know where you fucking live
We’ll burn it down, burn it down
They won’t even recognise your corpse

[Bridge]
Fire fire fire fire fire away
Fire fire fire fire fire away
Fire fire fire fire fire away
Fire fire fire fire fire fire fire away

[Verse 3]
I love the sound of shells hitting the ground, man
I love the sound of shells hitting the ground
I love it

I love the sound of shells hitting the ground, man
I love the sound of shells hitting the ground
I love it
I love it

Fire fire fire away
Fire fire fire away
Fire fire fire, fire fire fire
Fire fire fire, fire fire fire, fire fire fire

[Chorus]
We know where you fucking live
We know where you fucking live
We’ll burn it down, burn it down
They won’t even recognise your corpse

[Coda]
We know where you fucking live
We know where you fucking live
We know where you fucking live
We know where you fucking live
We know where you fucking live
We know where you fucking live
I know where you fucking live
We know where you fucking live

[Refrain]
So what’s a nice place like this
Doing ’round people like us?
So what’s a nice place like this
Doing ’round people like us?

[Intro: Gucci Mane & The Weeknd]
Huh, Gucci
XO (yeah)
1-0 (yeah)
1-7 (yeah)
Brrr! Brrr! Go!

[Verse 1: The Weeknd & Gucci Mane]
The kid back on the whiskey
Virginia Black got me tipsy
I’m in L.A. like I’m Nipsey
Spanish girls wanna kiss me
A nigga wanna come and diss me
And put a hex like a gypsy
They kill themselves, no wrist bleed
Got suicides on my SV
She do it all for the Fendi
She do it all for the Gucci (Gucci!)
Baby girl wanna choose me
She wanna use and abuse me
I know she wanna text me (wow)
I know she wanna sex me (damn)
50 thou’ make her neck freeze
Fuck her once like "next, please" (brrr, brrr)
My nigga, who would’ve thought? (Huh?)
My nigga, who would’ve thought now? (Now)
I’ll be right back at the top now
I’ll be right back at the top now
I got your girl on my finger
Blowin’ my phone like she’s single
Blowin’ my phone like I’m Cee-Lo (damn)
Somebody needs to come get her (like damn)

[Chorus: The Weeknd & Gucci Mane]
Like, "Woo!"
With the curve (with the curve)
I know you don’t deserve it, know you don’t deserve it
I got that work (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I know you want the Birkin
Baby, are you worth it?
With the curve (with the curve)
I know you don’t deserve it, know you don’t deserve it
I got that work (brrr)
I need to know for certain (it’s Gucci!)
Tell me, are you worth it?

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Say I, a star was born last night
Way you showed out on that dick, girl, you performed last night
That’s why you deserve that first class flight
Bye bye, ’cause I just quenched your thirst last night
I’m in Dubai
Somebody tell the prince that the kingpin has arrived
If I lived over here, I’d prolly have one hundred wives (damn!)
Walkin’ in the club and they like, "Gucci just arrived" (Gucci!)
I ordered up a dub and then I threw it in the sky
I told her I’m iight, now she look like she surprised (I’m iight)
She look like a model, but a devil in disguise
All these chains on me, I look like Deion in his prime
You know you came to fuck, so why the fuck we wastin’ time?
I got the kind of wood that make a woman lose her mind
I’m young, rich and handsome, baby, I’m one of a kind
Just keep it real with me, baby, it won’t cost you a dime (Gucci!)
I know you got expensive taste and I don’t even mind

[Chorus: The Weeknd & Gucci Mane]
Like, "Woo!"
With the curve (with the curve)
I know you don’t deserve it, know you don’t deserve it
I got that work (got that work)
I know you want the Birkin
Baby, are you worth it?
With the curve (with the curve, it’s Gucci!)
I know you don’t deserve it, know you don’t deserve it
I got that work
I need to know for certain
Tell me, are you worth it? (You know Wop)

You got that good boy attitude and yeah, I kind like it
You got the tats on your arm get a bad girl excited
You put that bass in the beat, won’t you beat it up inside it?
I got that pumps in the bump and you know you wanna try it

Pumps in the bump, pumps in the bump
He like the girls with the pumps in the bump

He like that bang, bang, bang
He like that bomb, bomb, bomb
He like that love, love, love
I’m like that drug, drug, drug
He trip when he on it, one taste and he want it

He got that rough neck swaggy, but he know how to hide it
He got that dope boy cash, but he get it 9 to 5ing
He got a thing for them girls that make their money overnightning
I know he bad for my health, but i still wanna try it

Pumps in the bump, pumps in the bump
He like the girls with the pumps in the bump
Pumps in the bump, pumps in the bump
I be that girl with the pumps in the bump

He like that bang, bang, bang
He like that bomb, bomb, bomb
He like that love, love, love
I’m like that drug, drug, drug
He trip when he on it, one taste and he want it

He love that bang
(Bomb) He love that bomb, bomb, bomb
(Love) He love that thang
(Drug) He love that hit and run

He lose his brain
He going to stupid dumb
He stupid dumb, all he ever want is some

Pumps in the bump, pumps in the bump
He like the girls with the pumps in the bump
Pumps in the bump, pumps in the bump
I be that girl with the pumps in the bump

He like that bang, bang, bang
He like that bomb, bomb, bomb
He like that love, love, love
I’m like that drug, drug, drug
He trip when he on it, one taste and he want it

[Chorus]
M-I-L-K, M-I-L-K, M-I-L-K, M-I-L-K
Skin looking like
M-I-L-K, M-I-L-K, M-I-L-K, M-I-L-K
Skin looking like

[Verse 1]
Holographic, fantastic
You see this beat? Uh, she’s drastic
I blur blur, no pores on her
F-I-E-R-C-E
Kitty kitty, purr purr purr
Glitter stick, glitter stick, glitter stick
Concealed eyes with a cherrybomb lip
Skin tint, skin tint, skin tint
Keep my makeup artist tied up in the basement
This lip and cheek got your boyfriend weak
These streets? Shook
When they see me live my look, uh

[Chorus]
M-I-L-K, M-I-L-K, M-I-L-K, M-I-L-K
Skin looking like
M-I-L-K, M-I-L-K, M-I-L-K, M-I-L-K
Skin looking like
M-I-L-K, M-I-L-K, M-I-L-K, M-I-L-K
Skin looking like
M-I-L-K, M-I-L-K, M-I-L-K, M-I-L-K
Skin looking like

[Verse 2]
Read about it in Vogue
Saw billboards on Broome
1 / 28 , 9pm
Stage, tore down the show
Watch this tomboy transform
My friends break gender norms
We both wear pink platforms
And we go nowhere without that cooling water
They fall in love with the face
Even when I put them in they place
Lip, sheer hot pink
Everybody wanna get a taste, uh
Of this lip and cheek
It still got yo boyfriend weak
And these streets? Shook
When they see me live my look, uh

[Chorus]
M-I-L-K, M-I-L-K, M-I-L-K, M-I-L-K
Skin looking like
M-I-L-K, M-I-L-K, M-I-L-K, M-I-L-K
Skin looking like
M-I-L-K, M-I-L-K, M-I-L-K, M-I-L-K
Skin looking like
M-I-L-K, M-I-L-K, M-I-L-K, M-I-L-K
Skin looking like

[Outro]
Individuality, individuality, individuality, individuality
Individuality, individuality, individuality, individuality
Individuality, individuality, individuality, individuality
Individuality, individuality, individuality, individuality