R2
I. A. Bericochea Lyrics


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Ouço ela gritando, Marco Polo
Chata pra caralh*, toma unfollow

R2, colou com meu bonde, tô com minha princesa, WillyZin, tipo Han-Solo

WillyZin, tipo Han Solo
Essa bala purple tá morrendo no copo

20 na gun, ela no colo, geral sabe que você quer ter meu copo

Willy mudando essa vibe, Audemars no meu pulso minhas horas é de marte

Ouro no dente, você sabe que é caro, meu parça essa porra não é carie

No close’têm lv e cartier
With my hoe, tô colando na party

Jogo da life, não aperto no pause
Bolando meus versos, bafora minha vibe

Em outro universo fazendo história
Só com 17 nasci pra ser foda

Vivendo igual Carti nessa magnólia
Não curte minha face, então morde tuas costas

Chapado de pepsi, ela de coca
Encheu meu saco, tô mandando embora

Chega mentindo, depois descendo
Acha que me engana igual cavalo de tróia

Acha que me engana igual cavalo de tróia
Tá ficando louca cheia de paranóia

Ideias malucas sabe eu tenho de sobra
Avisa sua mãe que ela parece minha sogra

Nem sou pianista e tô tocando essas notas
No banco da frente hoje ela pilota

Farmando esse frag, me sentindo no dota
Igual battlefield toma tiro nas costas

Ouço ela gritando, Marco Polo
Chata pra caralh*, toma unfollow

R2, colou com meu bonde, tô com minha princesa, WillyZin, tipo Han-Solo

WillyZin, tipo Han Solo
Essa bala purple tá morrendo no copo





20 na gun, ela no colo, geral sabe que você quer ter meu copo

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "R2" by I. A. Bericochea convey a sense of confidence and swagger. The song starts with the artist mentioning someone screaming Marco Polo, indicating that they are seeking attention or trying to find their way in a metaphorical sense. The next line refers to someone being annoying and deserving an unfollow, perhaps suggesting that the artist is uninterested in negative or toxic relationships.


The chorus of the song emphasizes the artist's association with their crew, mentioning R2 and their "princess." The reference to "WillyZin, tipo Han Solo" can be interpreted as the artist comparing themselves to the daring and independent character from the Star Wars franchise. This line suggests that the artist sees themselves as a lone wolf, confident and capable of handling situations on their own.


The following lines mention a purple bullet dying in a cup, which could represent a drink or substance that is losing its effect. The number "20" on a gun is referenced, potentially signifying the artist's readiness to defend themselves. The line "geral sabe que você quer ter meu copo" indicates that others desire what the artist has.


The rest of the lyrics touch on various themes such as personal style, material possessions, and the artist's perception of themselves. The song reflects a rebellious and self-assured attitude, alluding to the artist's aspiration to make a name for themselves.


Line by Line Meaning

Ouço ela gritando, Marco Polo
I hear her shouting, Marco Polo


Chata pra caralh*, toma unfollow
Annoying as hell, unfollow her


R2, colou com meu bonde, tô com minha princesa, WillyZin, tipo Han-Solo
R2, joined my squad, with my princess, WillyZin, like Han Solo


WillyZin, tipo Han Solo
WillyZin, like Han Solo


Essa bala purple tá morrendo no copo
This purple pill is dying in the glass


20 na gun, ela no colo, geral sabe que você quer ter meu copo
20 in the gun, she on my lap, everyone knows you want my glass


Willy mudando essa vibe, Audemars no meu pulso minhas horas é de marte
Willy changing this vibe, Audemars on my wrist, my time is from Mars


Ouro no dente, você sabe que é caro, meu parça essa porra não é carie
Gold in the tooth, you know it's expensive, my buddy this shit is not cheap


No close’têm lv e cartier
In my clothes, there's Louis Vuitton and Cartier


With my hoe, tô colando na party
With my hoe, I'm sticking to the party


Jogo da life, não aperto no pause
Game of life, I don't press pause


Bolando meus versos, bafora minha vibe
Crafting my verses, puffing my vibe


Em outro universo fazendo história
In another universe making history


Só com 17 nasci pra ser foda
Just at 17, I was born to be great


Vivendo igual Carti nessa magnólia
Living like Carti in this magnolia


Não curte minha face, então morde tuas costas
You don't like my face, then bite your own back


Chapado de pepsi, ela de coca
High on Pepsi, she on coke


Encheu meu saco, tô mandando embora
You annoyed me, I'm sending you away


Chega mentindo, depois descendo
You arrive lying, then going down


Acha que me engana igual cavalo de tróia
You think you fool me like a Trojan horse


Tá ficando louca cheia de paranóia
You're getting crazy, full of paranoia


Ideias malucas sabe eu tenho de sobra
Crazy ideas, you know I have plenty


Avisa sua mãe que ela parece minha sogra
Tell your mom she looks like my mother-in-law


Nem sou pianista e tô tocando essas notas
I'm not even a pianist and I'm playing these notes


No banco da frente hoje ela pilota
In the front seat, today she drives


Farmando esse frag, me sentindo no dota
Farming this frag, feeling like in Dota


Igual battlefield toma tiro nas costas
Just like in Battlefield, you get shot in the back




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: William Alexander

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