212
R&B Greatest Vol.02 Lyrics
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212 passei no corpo
Redbull gelo de coco
Os azul passa sufoco
Pablo narco arma de ouro (2x)
[DECO]
To pelos acesso chama q eu brotoPassa o dinheiro e o acessório
Tive com a morte o pior negócio
Nego eu não confio nem no sócio
Whisky e bala tudo no copo
Ela pedindo roxo no corpo
Bebê hoje eu só te informo
Igual essa transa não tem de novo
Setenta sobe balão
Se cair aperto outro
Churrascada domingão
Nós planta e colhe ouro
Moro em área de risco
Covanca vários amigo
Se quiser acabar comigo
Vai ter que passar dos bico
Piercing no umbigo me deixa mole
Aquelas coisa na onda do molly
Dentro da boca ela sempre engole
Gosta de mim, ama 69
A tropa odeia x9
Só transa nada de loveSempre fui eu nunca foi sorte
Ela pede: Deco fode
[Slimecria]
Passei 212 e ela quer minha camisa
Eles não sabem o valor desse feat
Kenner no pé rj é drill crime
Pode somar todo no meu outfit
Pega essa balança e pesa essa grama
Essas bandida só querem minha fama
Não perco tempo essa vida é corrida
Já vivi de tudo pra sair da lama
De Ralph Lauren elas grita meu vulgo
Bolsa da armani pra baby de luxo
Larga minha blusa garota tá louca
Elas querem só minha cara de puto
Solta os pitbull que ainda tão privado
Relíquia dn ainda vive pra tropa
Carolina Herrera cheio das bandida
212 RED exala na minha malha
Já te falei que essa vida é corrida
Nego de gueto que odeia os de farda
Cria da pista nunca deixa falha
Mec de fato ela gama no cheiro
Cria da norte, famoso de raça
Ambicioso pra chegar primeiro
De Ralph Lauren elas grita meu vulgo
Bolsa da armani pra baby de luxo
Larga minha blusa garota tá louca
Já te falei, que eu sou de todo mundo
Tem vários amigo contenção do bairro
Pra sumir cntg é só bater no rádio
[REFRÃO-DECO]
212 passei no corpo
Redbull gelo de coco
Os azul passa sufoco
Pablo narco arma de ouro (2x)
The lyrics of the song "212" by R&B Greatest Vol.02 delve into the gritty and intense world of street life, where themes of power, money, and survival are prevalent. The chorus, performed by Deco, sets the tone for the song with references to luxury and danger. Mentioning the scent "212" passed on the body, Redbull mixed with coconut ice, and the fear experienced by rivals, as well as highlighting the allure of gold weapons wielded by someone named Pablo Narco. These lines paint a picture of a life filled with extravagance and risk, where the singer navigates through a world of treachery and opulence.
Deco's verse delves deeper into his experiences in this harsh reality. He talks about responding to calls for action, dealing with dangerous situations for profit, and facing the grim prospect of death due to risky dealings. He expresses a lack of trust even in his closest associates, painting a picture of a world where betrayal is always lurking. References to consuming whiskey and pills, the desire for intense experiences, and the warning that what he offers in terms of intimacy is unique and cannot be duplicated, all contribute to a sense of living on the edge and taking risks without hesitation.
On the other hand, Slimecria's verse adds another layer to the narrative, focusing on the superficiality and materialism that often permeate such lifestyles. He mentions being pursued for his value, showcasing his possessions such as Kenner shoes, and flaunting his expensive outfit. The lyrics touch upon themes of fame, superficial relationships, and the constant race to escape a life of poverty. Despite the veneer of wealth and status, there is an underlying sense of vulnerability and the need to constantly prove one's worth in a world where appearances are everything.
The song's chorus is repeated throughout the track, emphasizing the strong presence of luxury items, danger, and power struggles in this world. The references to specific brands and products, the atmosphere of excess and hedonism, and the underlying tension of living in a risky environment are all central themes in the song. The combination of braggadocio, vulnerability, and a constant battle for survival showcased in the lyrics of "212" provides a glimpse into a world where glamour and danger coexist, where individuals navigate through precarious situations in search of power and success.
Line by Line Meaning
212 passei no corpo
I applied the best perfume on me
Redbull gelo de coco
Refreshing coconut Redbull
Os azul passa sufoco
The cops have a hard time
Pablo narco arma de ouro
Pablo the drug lord with a golden gun
To pelos acesso chama q eu broto
I respond when called
Passa o dinheiro e o acessório
Pass the money and the accessories
Tive com a morte o pior negócio
I've been close to death, it's the worst deal
Nego eu não confio nem no sócio
I don't even trust my partner
Whisky e bala tudo no copo
Whiskey and bullets all in the glass
Ela pedindo roxo no corpo
She asks for purple on her body
Bebê hoje eu só te informo
Baby, today I just inform you
Igual essa transa não tem de novo
There's no sex like this again
Setenta sobe balão
70 goes up in the balloon
Se cair aperto outro
If it falls, I tighten another
Churrascada domingão
Sunday barbecue
Nós planta e colhe ouro
We plant and harvest gold
Moro em área de risco
I live in a dangerous area
Covanca vários amigo
Many friends in the hood
Se quiser acabar comigo
If you want to end me
Vai ter que passar dos bico
You'll have to get through the boys
Piercing no umbigo me deixa mole
Belly button piercing turns me on
Aquelas coisa na onda do molly
Those things on a Molly trip
Dentro da boca ela sempre engole
She always swallows in her mouth
Gosta de mim, ama 69
She likes me, loves 69
A tropa odeia x9
The crew hates informers
Só transa nada de love
Just sex, no love
Sempre fui eu nunca foi sorte
It's always been me, not luck
Ela pede: Deco fode
She asks: Deco, have sex
Passei 212 e ela quer minha camisa
I passed by and she wants my shirt
Eles não sabem o valor desse feat
They don't know the value of this collaboration
Kenner no pé rj é drill crime
Wearing Kenner shoes in RJ is a style crime
Pode somar todo no meu outfit
You can add it all to my outfit
Pega essa balança e pesa essa grama
Take this scale and weigh this gram
Essas bandida só querem minha fama
These gangsters just want my fame
Não perco tempo essa vida é corrida
I don't waste time, life is a race
Já vivi de tudo pra sair da lama
I've been through it all to get out of the mud
De Ralph Lauren elas grita meu vulgo
They scream my alias in Ralph Lauren
Bolsa da armani pra baby de luxo
Armani bag for a luxury girl
Larga minha blusa garota tá louca
Let go of my shirt, girl, you're crazy
Solta os pitbull que ainda tão privado
Release the pitbulls that are still private
Relíquia dn ainda vive pra tropa
DN the relic still lives for the crew
Carolina Herrera cheio das bandida
Full of gangsters with Carolina Herrera
212 RED exala na minha malha
212 RED exudes on my mesh
Já te falei que essa vida é corrida
I already told you that life is a race
Nego de gueto que odeia os de farda
Ghetto guy who hates the uniforms
Cria da pista nunca deixa falha
Street kid never makes mistakes
Mec de fato ela gama no cheiro
She actually loves the mechanic smell
Cria da norte, famoso de raça
From the north, famous by race
Ambicioso pra chegar primeiro
Ambitious to arrive first
Já te falei, que eu sou de todo mundo
I told you, I belong to everyone
Tem vários amigo contenção do bairro
I have many friends in the neighborhood
Pra sumir cntg é só bater no rádio
To disappear with you, just call on the radio
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