Viktor Vercetti – Fergie

Viktor Vercetti – Fergie Lyrics

Artist: Viktor Vercetti
Song: Fergie

Vadia não fode, tô no meu Glo
Laser verde, tipo On Go
47 veio de Moscow
Pente caracol grita “pow pow”

Tiros pro alto, começou o show
OPP no pneu joguei álcool
Correu de mim, mas ele cansou
O radinho que me avisou

Esse rato na mira do Scope
Se botar a cara vou acertar
Ele me viu e não atirou
Meu AK fez… (Gra, gra, gra…)

Bem que minha mãe me avisou
Não fodo com ratos, nem thotties
Traficando a branca igual snow
Que tá no nariz do teu papi

Garagem tem duas Bugatti
Bebelzinho das ruas, Lil Gotit
Fazer dinheiro é meu hobby
Vadia, eu sou rude igual Robin

Ei, baby
Fumo o verde
Tô fudendo a Fergie no banco de trás da Mercedes
A perna tu vai tremer, cavuco no ponto G

A perna tu vai tremer, cavuco no ponto G
Sufocando no PV, uma lá da CDD
Outra lá do PPG, tem até do QTD
Brecha no CHP, te ensino o ABC

A perna faço tremer, cavuco no ponto G
Comigo é sem leme, tamanho P, G e M
Uma GG da CHM, fodo desde o MSN
Outra PP ex de PM, fodo até 6AM

No ouvido ela geme… (Ah, ah, ah…)
Rasga fácil igual papel
Mal beijo e já saiu mel
Ela quer ser a fiel, quer até me dar o anel

Dentro do quarto levei ela pro céu
Garota, eu sou trem, você sabe
Pediu Dior, dei piru e Chanel
Foi mais de 18 Kilates

Vadia, eu não sinto saudades
Você tava’ aqui de passagem
Elas me amam me sinto igual SOSA
Namoradas em todas cidades

Safada é cachorra e até late
Pra me aguentar tá fazendo pilates
Tô fudendo ela de 4 no iate
Ela gosta de ver a miragem

Porque ela quer putaria
Quer putaria
Quer putaria
Sarrou no meu pentão de 100
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Fergie Lyrics – English Translation

b#tch doesn’t f#ck, I’m in my Glo
Green laser, type on go
47 came from Moscow
Caracol comb shouts “pow pow”

High shots, the show started
OPP on the tire I played alcohol
Ran from me, but he tired
The radio that warned me

This mouse in the target of the scope
If you put your face, I’ll get it right
He saw me and did not shot
My ak did … (gra, gra, gra …)

Well my mother warned me
Do not f#ck with rats, no thotties
Trafficking the same snow
That’s in your papi nose

Garage has two bugatti
Babelzinho from the streets, Lil Gotit
Making money is my hobby
Vady, I’m rude like Robin

Hey, baby
Smoke the green
I’m f#cking Fergie in the back seat of Mercedes
The leg you will tremble, cavuco at point G

The leg you will tremble, cavuco at point G
Suffocating in the PV, one there from the CDD
Another one from the PPG, even has the QTD
BREHA NO CHP, I teach you ABC

The leg I shake, cavuco at point G
With me it is without leme, size p, g and m
A GG from CHM, f#cking since MSN
Another PP Ex of PM, f#ck up to 6am

In the ear she moans … (Ah, ah, ah …)
Easy tear equal paper
Bad kiss and already came out honey
She wants to be the faithful, wants to even give me the ring

Inside the room I took her to the sky
Girl, I’m a train, you know
Asked Dior, Dei Piru and Chanel
It was more than 18 kilates

Vady, I don’t miss
You were ‘here
They love me I feel like sosa
Girlfriends in all cities

Naughty is dog and even late
To endure me is doing pilates
I’m f#cking her from 4 on the yacht
She likes to see the mirage

Because she wants b#tching
Want b#tching
Want b#tching
Sounded in my 100 penta
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Viktor Vercetti Lyrics – Fergie

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Release Year: 2021