Lyrics:
and I ain't tripping it's just my pride dawg
Man these niggas be so goofy they can't play with me
I be hanging with this shawty she speak Portuguese
Na
pyjama aan
Je dronk koffie uit zo'n mok van donald duck
Ik zag je portugese schoentjes naast de wasbak staan
Ik was verlamd en uitzinnig van geluk
'T
Tellin you more than just shoo
Cause you mocking me just like I’m Rue
Let’s not make a damn stereotype
I’m a Portuguese rapper and I’m gonna get hype
To moments that forever last,
In the Portuguese night, we're steadfast.
Underneath the starry skies,
In Portugal, where dreams arise.
Summer night on sandy
why my balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
Well I was born in the back of a truck on the fourth of July,
I was raised by a Portuguese
é PORTUGAL
Bamos lá cambada, todos à molhada que isto é futebol total
Deixem-se de tretas, força nas canetas que o maior é PORTUGAL
Os portugueses já
have very much money though
They can fly, run fast, read Portuguese
None of us have very much money though
They know judo and yoga, photography,
why my balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
Well I was born in the back of a truck on the fourth of july,
I was raised by a Portuguese
Swahili
She speaks to me in Albanian,
Arabic, Hindu, Ukrainian
Czech, Russian, Portuguese,
And even Greek to me
She do it to me
Do it to me
Do it to me
Do
you always had this ending in mind, and I
I don't wanna be just another one of those guys Next to you in photo 'neath a Portugese sky Had bigger
only speak Portuguese
Bad bitch only speak Portuguese
Bitch I’ve been high like all week
Bitch I’ve been high like all week
Bitch I’m high ain’t comin’
And the mask soon slips away
Strange taste of a tropical fruit
Romantic language of the Portuguese
Melody on a wooden flute
Samba floating in the summer
knees
He dreams of honey dripping from a spoon
Girls whispering in Portuguese
Between the muzzle and the black site
Electrical contact
Deny your
oh
So many stars, so many stars
(Portuguese)
Along the countless days, the endless nights
That I have searched so many eyes
So many hearts, so
Who?
Los Beatles
Los Beatles? Great, great laugh
I don't suppose you know the title of your film in Portuguese?
No, crinsk dee Night?
Could be,
Portuguese is I'm some clever guy.
But if "parley vous" means "how are you"
then won't you tell me why
When it's night-time in Italy it's Wednesday over
Will burn thee to a wizened word
For ere to go unheard.
You gashed the heart of my heart
Like a Portuguese
Witch,
I'd planned for you this land
And the mask soon slips away
Strange taste of a tropical fruit
Romantic language of the Portuguese
Melody on a wooden flute
Samba floating in the summer
To a wizened word
For ere to go unheard
You gashed the heart of my heart
Like a Portuguese witch
I'd planned for you this land
But you devoured my hand
No
(No no no no) Portuguese for you não
Japanese? Boy you know
(I said it) I said no
(I said it) I said no
I think, I think that was it
Yep
a city, play the cello
Play at Monte Carlo, play Othello
Move into the white house, paint it yellow
Speak Portuguese and dutch
And if it's not too
Portuguese or Spanish
But she would make up her mind
Jenny made her mind up at fifty-one
She would write her memoirs before she was done
The very day her
Romantic language of the Portuguese
Melody on a wooden flute
Samba floating in the Summer breeze
Float on
It's alright you can stay asleep
You can
Romantic language of the Portuguese
Melody on a wooden flute
Samba floating in the Summer breeze
Float on
It's alright you can stay asleep
You can
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