You're a magician, from Cesa a Figa, what a nice make-up, brava brava Your father knows that you *** old women like the ones in Prague To buy coca, to give it to your man, why don't you work? Two grams per hour, *** you, take us It's the proof of the cook, the cleric, you want to have the simplest controls You'd make me spit out the doctors If you're a winner, but of one state, thief If you don't die, but you're in one state, brave Who's in charge here has never been good We yelled like this, but it's always been slow My name is Terzo Grano, I'm on the third floor I'm throwing myself, it's the third house I can be a robber, I'm a thief girl My house is a bed, but who breaks it pays I'm with Macetto, I go on stage And I rap in your face, I don't give a *** The lawyer is in crisis, like Postalco These guys are pretending I don't even have hairs on my face But I don't even have hairs on my tongue They challenge my nerves like in Cinta I want Gucci on top of my Cinta Until I get drunk, everything is smooth I eat roast beef in the bistro I hate roast beef, if you insist So *** when you talk With me, bro, I drink shot Nothing is gold, nothing is gold Nothing is smoke, just smoke So *** when you talk So *** when you talk So *** when you talk I eat roasted beef with the crew I eat roasted beef with the artist I eat roasted beef with the artist It doesn't matter if you tell me It doesn't care, the bimby wants Go to my kitchen, these Birmingham I light a liquor with bimby Drink juice but I don't pay I light a liquor but I don't pay