Ap no Guarujá - Hisashi, Young WG & Bc.Plug

AXL Yeah, ah Huh, ha-ah Ain't playin' with niggas (yeah) 'Cause we are them niggas (we are them niggas) We roll like gorillas (we roll like gorillas) We are the winners (and we are the realest) Grew up with the hitters (hitters) We came from the city of killers (city of killers, alright) We are the littest (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Like Wayne, I got no ceilings (no, I have no ceilings) Where is the ceilings? (Where is the ceilings?) I see no ceilings (I see no ceilings) We got no feelings (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) We all know we got no feelings (oh, right) Our brothers that sit in the cage (yeah) We miss ya (yeah) Niggas go out in a blaze (ah) Making hard decisions Livin' through tension (ooh) Friends get distant (ooh) Diamond on glisten (ah) They don't wanna mention you (ah) Video instant views (ah-ah-ah-ah) Bitches wanna pick and choose (pick and choose) Diamond like a big igloo My nigga, we runnin' for days, know we got the vision (hm) Livin' like fast in a lane, hope we don't collision (nah) We ate vindaloos, she looking at my finsta too She become an instant boo (ah-ah-ah) Ain't playin' with niggas (yeah) 'Cause we are them niggas (we are them niggas) We roll like gorillas (we roll like gorillas) We are the winners (and we are the realest) Grew up with the hitters (hitters) We came from the city of killers (a city of killers, alright) We are the littest (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Like Wayne, I got no ceilings (no, I have no ceilings) Where is the ceilings? (Where is the ceilings?) I see no ceilings (I see no ceilings) We got no feelings (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) We all know we got no feelings (oh, right) Our brothers that sit in the cage (yeah) We miss ya (yeah) Niggas go out in a blaze (ah) Making hard decisions VVS's on me Look how a heavy hitter step He try to flex with his shit in the club We took his chains off his neck They know I like to keep it cool The killers with me gon' make a mess I got a check and flew out to Miami But they know the K is what I rep' She say she love me I ain't say I love her But she know I love to give her sex (Hold on) She pull up on me, I'ma give her dick Ain't no reason for me to send a text I'm in this bitch with the trap lord In the trap and we cookin' a mess Lamborghini 220 the dashboard Switch it up and go hop it a 'Vette She get a Birkin She get a big bag if we fuck I got a big bag full of Runtz I'm putting straight gas in the blunt I tell her twerk it She give me straight ass 'til I'm done She doin' anything a nigga say If I tell you suck it do it 'til I cum Ain't playin' with niggas (yeah) 'Cause we are them niggas (we are them niggas) We roll like gorillas (we roll like gorillas) We are the winners (and we are the realest) Grew up with the hitters (hitters) We came from the city of killers (a city of killers, alright) We are the littest (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Like Wayne, I got no ceilings (no, I have no ceilings) Where is the ceilings? (Where is the ceilings?) I see no ceilings (I see no ceilings) We got no feelings (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) We all know we got no feelings (oh, right) Our brothers that sit in the cage (yeah) We miss ya (yeah) Niggas go out in a blaze (ah) Making hard decisions I got no ceilings, I never had 'em, nigga Pop me a handle bar, then I handle business I'm on that Actavis, call it Activism I like my chinchillas soft as caterpillars I got no issues, but I got ammunition in case I got issues Chop a kilo down like paper and scissor China white, bitch, I'm breaking the dishes Hands down, bitch, I'm too out of hand Hands up, I kill you with my hands Masked up like I flew from Japan Bap, bap, that's for you and your man No cap, cap, I don't do it with words Flap, flap, that's my wings you just heard Yeah, kidnap ain't a thing for them birds No trap rap, I'm way in the suburbs Rolls Royce Stars came on the roof, but I removed the roof And we can see the stars, bitch I got dogs on the loose Now, you can call a truce but I can call 'em off, bitch I got dogs that don't roof Got bitches fallin' through and niggas fallin' off shit I ain't got no fuckin' feelings Got you catchin' fuckin' feelings Fuck your feelings, bitch Ain't playin' with niggas (yeah) 'Cause we are them niggas (we are them niggas) We roll like gorillas (we roll like gorillas) We are the winners (and we are the realest) Grew up with the hitters (hitters) We came from the city of killers (a city of killers, alright) We are the littest (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Like Wayne, I got no ceilings (no, I have no ceilings) Where is the ceilings? (Where is the ceilings?) I see no ceilings (I see no ceilings) We got no feelings (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) We all know we got no feelings (oh, right) Our brothers that sit in the cage (yeah) We miss ya (yeah) Niggas go out in a blaze (ah) Making hard decisions

DJ Glenner D-J Glenner DJ Glenner D-J Glenner (Brota na minha base só pra gente se ver) (Te passo o endereço se cê' colar no apê') (Pra gente se ver) (Se colar no apê') (Pra foder) Breck tatuado numa nave avaliada em quase um milhão Um sorriso que te encanta As ideia' que fascina Um pouco chucreza, depende da ocasião Nós tá na linha de frente Lindo, belo e reluzente Apenas 23 O futuro milionário tá pra frente Jet é terapia Eu tô com o G na Tiradentes Vou na baladinha, só pra esfriar a mente Nervos a flor da pele Disse que dinheiro e joias caras não a definem Mora no apê no Morumbi Que é amiga da Gabi E adora um filme, adora um filme Perguntou minha profissão E eu disse: Artista Quando eu perguntei o que ela fazia Ela disse que trabalha com sexo Mas brisou no neguinho magrelo Cordão de ouro refletindo o olhar que nunca foi sincero Tô trajado no kit, carburo o haxixe Trombei com a donzela no Café De La Musique Gosta de Hennessy, Louis V Que faz compra na Fendi Quer ice com tabaco, pra fazer um sexo Viajou pra vários cantos do Brasil Mas se perdeu no papo do moleque marrento Sessão de tapa na sua bunda tatuada E você louca de MD no quarto Mostra o seu talento Gordão elegante, sempre cheiroso Ideia pra frente, lábia de bandido Paco Rabanne, cordão de ouro Chucro desenvolto, no toque do Nivus Ela tava no Vittrini Poderosa, chique Toda bela, glamourosa Bebendo martíni O jeito que ela me olha Com a intenção de crime O jeito que ela me olha Com a intenção de crime Aí que conversamos E até se gostamos No motel, se pegamos Ela falou que trabalha nesse ramo Transa toda hora Vive lucrando Morava na Europa Atravessou o oceano Ela fode por hobby comigo Gosta do jeito bandido Esse nosso love é sem compromisso Apenas um lance escondido Fode por hobby comigo Gosta do meu jeito bandido Esse nosso love é sem compromisso Apenas um lancinho escondido Brota na minha base só pra' gente se ver Vem bebê, vem bebê Te passo o endereço, cê' cola no ap Pra fuder, pra fuder Brota na minha base pra' gente se ver Vem bebê, vem bebê Te passo o endereço, cê' cola no ap Pra fuder, pra fuder Tô apaixonado nessa puta Pior que ela sabe e traz sua amiga maluca Não sei se me ajuda ou me afunda Hoje é domingo e eu assim desde segunda Sabe, nossa vibe é diferente Eu sou vida louca e ela charmosa de Fendi Jogada no apê, não quer saber de nada Fui pra longe de casa, voltei e ela lá Sabe que eu tô tipo GTA Se o assunto for gastar Tô exportando de jatinho as bebê' que quer roncar Me chama de egoísta, machista Só por ser, viciado em contar Nota atrás de nota, mas anota Que o pai que vai bancar Lipo HD, nariz de burguesinha Ela vem na minha, cheirosinha e de marquinha Hoje o pretao te alucina (Hoje o preto, hãn) Lipo HD, nariz de burguesinha Ela vem na minha, cheirosinha e de marquinha Hoje o DJ te alucina Hoje o IG que te alucina Lipo HD, nariz de burguesinha Ela vem, sentar na minha Cheirosa e de marquinha Brota na minha base só pra' gente se ver Vem bebê, vem bebê Te passo o endereço, cê' cola no ap Pra fuder, pra fuder Brota na minha base pra' gente se ver Vem bebê, vem bebê Te passo o endereço, cê' cola no ap Pra fuder, pra fuder