Letra de 'Imma Brazilian' de Lauize

Heeeyyy heyyy its lauize once again
Balls to the walls
Cheaa boy im the boss
Started with 17
Aint playin with my rhythm
I aint fuckin got no bling bling
No ring on my finger
All my shits leaning
My fuckin record's spinning
Quit hating start chilling
I like em cars for drifting

Get this motherfucker right
Haters be like pussy dykes
Staring at yo ass
Like they got something to analyse
To comply and ride and fight to survive
Earning your respect through the streets through the hood
Till you die
In Brazil you gotta need
In brazil you gotta be
In brazil u gotta get money u gotta earn your green
Im tired of being judged at
Tired of being look at
Them wiggas who are hating man they gonna get
Whooped ass

No I aint black
And I aind red
Im no white man
Im called brazilian
We are a new race
Stepping up this new place
Going out at clayton playing football at a 2 – days

No I aint black
And I aind red
Im no white man
Im called brazilian
We are a new race
Stepping up this new place
Going out at clayton playing football at a 2 – days

In STL 0 degrees
Jeans furry coats and T's
Micah throwing up them G's
Rich boy Cadillac wit D's
And the people like machines
Hanging with the football cleads
Staring at yo ass like u some foreigner type of bitch
Ive changed man ive became much older
Like the weather above me ive grown much colder
This is my real dedication to my brothers and soldiers
Who wake up every day and like to lean their shoulders

We are shining
On a grinding
Always fighting
Ride until we dying
Go for nighting
And no blindind
Grey goose on the shelf get me started

No I aint black
And I aind red
Im no white man
Im called brazilian
We are a new race
Stepping up this new place
Going out at clayton playing football at a 2 – days

We aint scared of nothing
We aint scared of no fight
Cause in dis life boy we ride until we die
Dem weakest bitches they will get fucked up
Cause if they mess with lauize they get so hurt
When you go into the States you change
You become someone else
You are not the real same
Especially when you are fucking fighting
Everyday
Trying get some pussy haters acting hella gay
Yep man that's life
Deal wit it right
Whats the point in crying at night
Grandma descend from the sky
When your life is upside down
All your self morale is gone
Just live every moment with the adrenaline going on
Fosho
You complain about your problems man thing again
That aint shit compared to what I had
If you are a hustler inside
You wanna have a good life
You know what I mean cause we think similarly alike

We are shining
On a grinding
Always fighting
Ride until we dying
Go for nighting
And no blindind
Grey goose on the shelf get me started

No I aint black
And I aind red
Im no white man
Im called brazilian
We are a new race
Stepping up this new place
Going out at clayton playing football at a 2 – days

All my brothers throw it up
My supporters show some love
STL American Curitiba Brazil look at us
ISC give me a hug
All them hustlers step it up
Everybody in this mofuking life throw it up
Throw it up...