Dor Do Povo (feat. Ason) - Maglera Doe Boy

Há uma música do povo Nem sei dizer se é um fado Que ouvindo há um ritmo novo No ser que tenho guardado Ouvindo-a sou quem seria Se desejar fosse ser É uma simples melodia Das que se aprendem a viver Mas é tão consoladora A vaga e triste canção Que a minha alma já não chora Nem eu tenho coração Sou uma emoção estrangeira Um erro de sonho ido... Canto de qualquer maneira E acabo com um sentido Mas é tão consoladora A vaga e triste canção Que a minha alma já não chora Nem eu tenho coração Sou uma emoção estrangeira Um erro de sonho ido... Canto de qualquer maneira E acabo com um sentido

Uh! Esquece! Esquece! Já tá na boca do povo Já tá na boca do Brasil e do mundo! E não dá mais pra esconder que a gente tá ficando A cidade já tá comentando Até que a gente tentou se amar às escondidas Pra ninguém se meter na nossa vida E deixa falar, vamos viver Deixa quem quiser saber Que se exploda! Ninguém tem nada a ver E tá na boca do povo Tá na boca do povo Nosso amor escondido era bom Assumido é mais gostoso E tá na boca do povo Tá na boca do povo Nosso amor escondido era bom Assumido é mais gostoso Tá na boca do povo Já tá na boca do povo! Já tá na boca do Brasil! E não dá mais pra esconder que a gente tá ficando E a cidade já tá comentando Até que a gente tentou se amar às escondidas Pra ninguém se meter na nossa vida E deixa falar, vamos viver Deixa quem quiser saber Que se exploda! Ninguém tem nada a ver Mas tá na boca do povo Tá na boca do povo Nosso amor escondido era bom Assumido é mais gostoso E tá na boca do povo Tá na boca do povo Nosso amor escondido era bom Assumido é mais gostoso Tá na boca do povo Vai, Safadão! Tá na boca do povo Tá na boca do Brasil e do mundo Sabe o quê? Vai, Safadão! Vai, Safadão! Vai, Safadão!

Todo dia o sol levanta E a gente canta Ao sol de todo dia Fim da tarde a terra cora E a gente chora Porque finda a tarde Quando a noite a lua mansa E a gente dança Venerando a noite Todo dia o sol levanta E a gente canta Ao sol de todo dia Fim da tarde a terra cora E a gente chora Porque finda a tarde Quando a noite a lua mansa E a gente dança Venerando a noite Todo dia o sol levanta E a gente canta Ao sol de todo dia Fim da tarde a terra cora E a gente chora Porque finda a tarde Quando a noite a lua mansa E a gente dança Venerando a noite Todo dia o sol levanta E a gente canta Ao sol de todo dia

(Southside on the track, yeah) Yeah, bang bang Yeah, lil' nigga, bang bang Yeah, bang bang Yeah, lil' nigga, bang bang Let's go Young nigga with it (With it) I really came up drillin' (Brr) All the opps bitches (Bitches) Fuck, everyone came up missin' (Fuck) Got that extension (Yeah) Get that young nigga, he trippin' (Doe Beezy) Chopsticks shoot, make 'em back up (Brr) Social distance (Oh really) Masked up, ridin' through their trenches (Grr) Fake like they ballin', but really ride benches (Yeah) Hop in the Bentley and whip it (Skrrt) How can I not slide? Niggas' bitches (Mwah) Young Doe Beezy be drippin' (Doe Beezy) Want her, I'm fucking her instantly (Yeah) He got too close and I'm blickin' (Brr) I need social distance please (Fool) Foreign came through and they heard the motor I-I-I bet they wish they was poured up (Yeah) I don't even smoke dead niggas no more All of them pussies get poured up (Fool) Hop out the 'Rari, don't jump out the Rover (Skrrt) We shoot at heads, never shot at a shoulder (Bang) She want a nigga to cry on his shoulder (Skrr) Blah, blah, blah, I forgot what I told her (Oh really) Forgot what I said when I smashed her (Yeah) Young ignorant bastard (Doe Beezy) Hold up, I just remembered (Hold on) I didn't even ask her (Fool) Icy but I never been to Alaska (Yeah) Why you tryna race if you know my shit faster? Don't shop with the gang, boy them niggas ain't right (Gang) They whip chickens but fentanyl on the platter Young nigga really a vet (Yeah) I might wake up and go buy a Corvette (Facts) I ain't gon' flex (No) I really ride with them shottas on deck (Gang) Said they gon' do it, they really be cappin' We said we gon' do it, they really get wet (Grr) Said he was up and said he was havin' But he just applied for a stimulus check (Oh really) Young nigga with it (With it) I really came up drillin' (Brr) All the opps bitches (Bitches) Fuck, everyone came up missin' (Fuck) Got that extension (Yeah) Get that young nigga, he trippin' (Doe Beezy) Chopsticks shoot, make 'em back up (Brr) Social distance (Oh really) Masked up, ridin' through their trenches (Grr) Fake like they ballin', but really ride benches (Yeah) Hop in the Bentley and whip it (Skrrt) How can I not slide? Niggas' bitches (Mwah) Young Doe Beezy be drippin' (Doe Beezy) Want her, I'm fucking her instantly (Yeah) He got too close and I'm blickin' (Brr) I need social distance please (Fool) You don't want war, we Wick it (Wick it) Bet I'ma hit it, I pick it (Yeah) Fuck up this cash, I'ma spend it (Spend it) We ran up a million, all split it (Freebandz) I really came from rags to riches (Yeah) Now all these bitches wanna come tryna kick it (Mwah) I got the dick and it hang out the blicky (Brr) And that bitch tucked in my motherfuckin' Dickies (Oh really) I need social distance, give me six feet (Give me six feet) Don't come too close, that's risky, might end up six feet (Fool) How he tote that big ass gun and he not even six feet? (Doe Beezy) 40 knocked him ten feet, dug his grave, you dig me? (Brr) Nigga run up on this shit, bet he won't get shit from me (Brr-brr) Jealous, got his top popped 'cause he wish he was me (Brr-brr) Riding 'round in that Lambo truck, hundred clips on that seat (Skrrt, skrrt) I'm a stepper, he stood up, now that bitch on his knees (Fool) Young nigga with it (With it) I really came up drillin' (Brr) All the opps bitches (Bitches) Fuck, everyone came up missin' (Fuck) Got that extension (Yeah) Get that young nigga, he trippin' (Doe Beezy) Chopsticks shoot, make 'em back up (Brr) Social distance (Oh really) Masked up, ridin' through their trenches (Grr) Fake like they ballin', but really ride benches (Yeah) Hop in the Bentley and whip it (Skrrt) How can I not slide? Niggas' bitches (Mwah) Young Doe Beezy be drippin' (Doe Beezy) Want her, I'm fucking her instantly (Yeah) He got too close and I'm blickin' (Brr) I need social distance please (Fool) Yeah, bang bang Yeah, lil' nigga, bang bang Yeah, bang bang Yeah, lil' nigga, bang bang Let's go Oh really

At night, I remember when you and I were inseparable We, we had pure energy We had that chemistry, we were inseparable Why we takin' so long? (Why?) I've been geekin', I can't sleep, waitin' for you to come back home (come home) You the one, I'm in love, I feel like it been way too long (way too long) Way too long, and I'm missin', I'm missin' you Way too long, and I'm missin', wish I was kissin' you Way too long, went without kissin' you, unblock me, I'm hittin' you Money showers, hope you appreciate flowers I send to you We talk for hours and I don't bring up one thing that I did for you (come here, baby) Ain't want this girl, it wasn't my fault, she was choosin', I had to do it Yeah, I laugh, and now she look stupid, I'm all on her Apple Music (Doe Beezy) Never been the man, where he was from, he never had a movement I'm from the trenches and everything I ever did, I had to do it Why we takin' so long? (Why?) I've been geekin', I can't sleep, waitin' for you to come back home (come home) You the one, I'm in love, I feel like it been way too long (way too long) Way too long, and I'm missin', I'm missin' you (I'm missin' you) I'm missin' you (Come home, Doe Beezy) I'm missin' you (Ooh, I'm missin' you) I'm missin' you (Missin' you, missin' you) huh Missin' you, I miss you so much, I might go buy you a Bentley coupe Want it, can have that, send me your CashApp, baby, you want it, I'll send it through I got her ready to recharge her battery, goin' so long, I'm finished too I'm goin' hard, I win or lose, girl, I'ma buy you a Benzi too Please, don't lie and say you love me, bae, don't take my heart from me (let's go) I ain't never had nothin', why they wanna take it all from me? (Doe Beezy) My battery full, now why they wanna take it all from me (Doe Beezy) Oh, oh, oh (oh, really?) Why we takin' so long? (Why?) I've been geekin', I can't sleep, waitin' for you to come back home (come home) You the one, I'm in love, I feel like it been way too long (way too long) Way too long, and I'm missin', I'm missin' you (Missin' you) I'm missin' you (Come home, Doe Beezy) I'm missin' you (Ooh, I'm missin' you) I'm missin' you Way too long, and I'm missin', I'm missin' you And I'm missin' you Baby girl, I'm missin' you And I'm missin' you Baby girl, I'm missin' you

Honorable C-Note Nigga, one day I'll walk down my block (Nose Ave) Hop out with the Glock, walk down my opps (Doe Beezy) Pull a kick door, bet he get out my spot (Pussy) I'ma make them bitches count when I let off my shots, let's go! (Hrrt, baow) Never been a lick, nigga, this ain't that (Nigga, this ain't that) For them blue faces, nigga, you get whacked (On the gang) Countin' more bodies as I count more racks (Freebandz) Niggas faking like they gang, they not slime nor slatt, let's go (Slatt, slatt) Niggas in they feelings but I ain't got no heart (But I ain't got no heart) Niggas never liked me, I don't want 'em to start (Fuck 'em) Push Doe Beezy buttons, then you know he gon' start (Doe Beezy) We done shitbagged more niggas than a grocery cart (Oh, really?) Niggas taking chains for some clout off lames (For some clout off lames) Bitch, I ain't no rapper, I'll jump off stage (No cap) Dug his own grave, shouldn't've spoke on the gang (Gang, gang) Y'all know who killed the nigga, you just post on your page, hah (Oh, really?) Ex-bitch mad 'cause the bitch can't keep me ('Cause the bitch can't keep me) Married to my chopper, ho, the streets still need me (Grrh, bah) Wanna live your life, you better not fuck with Doe Beezy (Doe Beezy) You'll die young, nigga, just like Eazy (Let's go) Nigga with an attitude just like Dre (Hrr) Choppers on deck, nigga, better not play (Hrrt, baow) We some wild young niggas, we ain't fuckin' with lames (Gang gang) Bitch, we R.B.M.G. the new N.W.A. (On gang) Nigga, one day I'll walk down my block (Nose Ave) Hop out with the Glock, walk down my opps (Doe Beezy) Pull a kick door, bet he get out my spot (Pussy) I'ma make them bitches count when I let off my shots, let's go! (Hrrt, baow) Never been a lick, nigga, this ain't that (Nigga, this ain't that) For them blue faces, nigga, you get whacked (On the gang) Countin' more bodies as I count more racks (Freebandz) Niggas faking like they gang, they not slime nor slatt, let's go (Slatt, slatt)