Joint One – Praça

Joint One – Praça Lyrics

Artist: Joint One
Song: Praça

Amanhã eu não sei, mas hoje eu quero fazer a minha massa
Nessas ruas que eu ‘tou a chamar de casa
Por o Porto a jogar na liga tipo o Barça
Finalmente eu consegui sair da praça

Mas hoje eu quero fazer a minha massa
Nessas ruas que eu ‘tou a chamar de casa
Por o Porto a jogar na liga tipo o Barça
Finalmente eu consegui sair da praça

Eu ‘tou a fazer fumaça, ‘tou a frente d’uma b#tch
Digo-lhe: “As ruas são a minha casa”
Eu moro no inferno, sou um diabo com duas asas
Duas placas de ganza em dez minutos são pegadas

Não vou deixar pegadas
P’a subires com os teus brothers têm de me pagar еntradas
Não faço caridade eu não dou nada a quem não paga
Quando еu ‘tava na merda eu ouvi vozes e risadas

P’a falares mal de mim tens de ter a boca lavada
No corpo meto Prada, no peito meto prata
Não curtes o que digo, olha a carteira preocupada
Eu penso muito em guito, que nada vem de mão beijada

Eu disse a minha firma que talvez vá morrer na estrada
Com uma ganza na boca que já estava enrolada
Com água no meu copo que de certeza ‘tá minada
Eu quero uma b#tch que não seja uma mimada

Eu ‘tou a fazer guita tipo Pablo Escobar
Amanhã eu não sei, mas hoje eu quero fazer a minha massa
Nessas ruas que eu ‘tou a chamar de casa
Por o Porto a jogar na liga tipo o Barça

Finalmente eu consegui sair da praça
Mas hoje eu quero fazer a minha massa
Nessas ruas que eu ‘tou a chamar de casa
Por o Porto a jogar na liga tipo o Barça

Finalmente eu consegui sair da praça
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Praça Lyrics – English Translation

Tomorrow I do not know, but today I want to make my dough
In these streets I’m calling home
By Porto Playing in League Type Barça
Finally I managed to get out of the square

But today I want to make my dough
In these streets I’m calling home
By Porto Playing in League Type Barça
Finally I managed to get out of the square

I’m smoke, ‘I’m ahead of a b#tch
I tell you: “The streets are my house”
I live in hell, I’m a devil with two wings
Two ganza plates in ten minutes are footprints

I will not leave footprints
P’a rise with your brothers have to pay me еnentras
I do not make charity I do not give anything to those who do not pay
When еu ‘I was in the sh#t I heard voices and laughter

P’a speaks ill of me you have to have the mouth washed
In the body Meta Prada, in the chest Meto Silver
Do not like what I say, look at the worried wallet
I think a lot about guitar, that nothing comes from hand kissed

I told my firm that maybe go die on the road
With a ganza in the mouth that was already wrapped
With water in my cup that’s for sure ‘
I want a b#tch that’s not a spoil

I’m making guita type Pablo Escobar
Tomorrow I do not know, but today I want to make my dough
In these streets I’m calling home
By Porto Playing in League Type Barça

Finally I managed to get out of the square
But today I want to make my dough
In these streets I’m calling home
By Porto Playing in League Type Barça

Finally I managed to get out of the square
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Joint One Lyrics – Praça

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From the album:
COLLEGROVE [Explicit]
Release Year: 2016