RB99 – Quatcha

RB99 – Quatcha Lyrics

Artist: RB99
Song: Quatcha

Brinquedo de perfurar dri-fit
20 anos, 3 oitão e Nike
Quilos no se porta-mala
Claro que ela te ama, hahahahah

Chief Panther, cês Nesquik
X9 ta no disk, não mancho no meu Puma Disk
Disco Proibidão e a bandida sarada no twerk uau
Bota que bota, bota que bota

Desce nua, desce nua… uhh uhh
Tipo menage com 2 nick
É amassar racista, até virar slick
Selva abastece os seus narizes de escama

Representei seu extasê, pois não sou sintético
Só sigo o plano calado e depois vou sumir do mapa
Vem bê, na foda tu pede tapa
Se еu acerto essas malas, tu ganhar mimo da prada

Quatcha quatcha quatcha quatcha
Alcanso novas marcas, muita essência bambata
Pro sеu ego white zlatan
Quatcha quatcha quatcha quatcha

Na foda tu pede tapa, se eu acerto essas mala
Tu ganhar mimo da prada
Cozinhando joia rara
Grama de salsa numa Van Grogue

Não te dei ouvido de novo, mais um sumiço depois das nove
Black money, black block, fogo na pista, flow molotov
Gráfico rumo ao norte, esmagando o caos que esmaga
Ser ou ou não ser o número, vira notícia de vida ou morte

Percebi o clima embassado, voz abafada no walk talk
O que me espera de novo, na porta o barulho de toc toc
Noites sem fechar os olhos pra manter o reinado dessa praga
Representei seu extasê, pois não sou sintético

Só sigo o plano calado e depois vou sumir do mapa
Vem bê, na foda tu pede tapa
Se eu acerto essas malas, tu ganhar mimo da prada
Quatcha quatcha quatcha quatcha

Quatcha quatcha quatcha quatcha
Na foda tu pede tapa
Quica na onda da bala
Quatcha quatcha quatcha quatcha

Quatcha quatcha quatcha quatcha
Kika no pique da quatcha
Sequência de macetada
Quatcha quatcha quatcha quatcha

Na foda tu pede tapa, se eu acerto essas mala
Tu ganhar mimo da prada
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Quatcha Lyrics – English Translation

Drilling toy dri-fit
20 years, 3 Oitão and Nike
Pounds in the trunk
Of course she loves you, hahahahah

Chief Panther, Cês Nesquik
X9 ta no disk, do not mand in my puma disk
Disk forbidden and the healed bandit on twerk uau
Boot that boots, boot that boots

Get down naked, go down naked … uhh uhh
Menage type with 2 nick
It’s racist kneading until it becomes slick
Jungle supplies your scale noses

I represented your extracts, because I’m not synthetic
I only follow the silent plan and then I will disappear from the map
Come be, in f#ck you ask slap
If you hit these bags, you get a treat from the Prada

Quatcha Quatcha Quatcha Quatcha
Alcanso New Brands, a lot of Bambata essence
Pro Sеu Ego White Zlatan
Quatcha Quatcha Quatcha Quatcha

In the f#ck you ask slap, if I hit these suitcases
You win pest
Cooking rare jewelry
Parsley grass in a van groog

I didn’t give you heard again, another disappearance after the nine
Black Money, Black Block, Fire on the Track, Flow Molotov
Graph north, crushing the chaos that crushes
Being or or not being the number, becomes news of life or death

I noticed the stuffed mood, stuffy voice at Walk Talk
What awaits me again, at the door the noise of toc toc
Nights without closing your eyes to keep the reign of this plague
I represented your extracts, because I’m not synthetic

I only follow the silent plan and then I will disappear from the map
Come be, in f#ck you ask slap
If I hit these bags, you get a treat from Prada
Quatcha Quatcha Quatcha Quatcha

Quatcha Quatcha Quatcha Quatcha
In f#ck you ask slap
Quica on the bullet wave
Quatcha Quatcha Quatcha Quatcha

Quatcha Quatcha Quatcha Quatcha
Kika No Quatcha Pique
Macetada sequence
Quatcha Quatcha Quatcha Quatcha

In the f#ck you ask slap, if I hit these suitcases
You win pest
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RB99 Lyrics – Quatcha

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Release Year: 2022