| several roll
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| several woman
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| It's the rhythm of Rio, nigga knows what it is
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| Divine black, shining like ruby
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| Dancing by my side and never stopped looking at me
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| It looks like Paty, that's all that makes us different
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| It costs nothing for me to get there so I check out
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| Exchanges of eyes, the usual tactic
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| The background music creates a romantic atmosphere
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| She said to me, I was going to Noites Cariocas
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| Baby, if you don't mind, I've got a better idea
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| come with me, come
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| That you will like vera
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| come with me, come
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| Let's have a favela hangout
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| I called him, it was
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| When you saw us, you were already
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| At the door of the willow
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| Friday morning
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| Crowded dance, me and her in the hall
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| Smoking blunt, drinking cos brother
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| End of night we were going down, seeing the view
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| A princess living a marginal day
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| She in the rhythm of the ghetto, didn’t even want another life
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| He said that the favela funk dance is delicious
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| All full of malice, I said what I wanted
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| That he was going to sleep with me, and of tomorrow only God knew
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| Already
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| several roll
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| several woman
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| It's the rhythm of Rio, nigga knows what it is
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| The other day, breakfast in bed listening to Marvin Gaye
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| Another moment of tenderness in lawless life
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| She only with my shirt
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| With brand new opal, but queen pose
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| I picked up my cap, took a sip of my coffee
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| With flip-flops on your feet, walking around
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| I thought about what I was going to do, Saturday is leisure
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| Let's form a barbecue and call general to drink
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| She went to the floor, she just didn't drink caipirinha
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| Beautiful, black pearl, in a short skirt
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| He looked like an angel, a firecracker way
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| Burning sweet kiss, chocolate and pepper
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| Variant parakeets, the rhythm is constant
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| Who is faithful has one, who is not has a lot
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| It's routine, it's fate, every night a mine
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| A visiting cat at Jardim Catarina
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| Black full of gold, diamond earring
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| Amarradona in the favela, hanging out with funk
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| Patricia, south zone, in an exciting rhythm
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| She just walked away even when she heard trace fire
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| several roll
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| several woman
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| It's the rhythm of Rio, nigga knows what it is
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| nigga know what it is
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| Digital Bub Star in Faith
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| nigga know what it is
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| It's on, so my nigga |