São Paulo Lyrics (English Translation) – Kyan

Read the full São Paulo (English Translation) lyrics by Kyan along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Chorus: Kyan]
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Ahn, tale, tale and green harvest
I leave my pocket like grass
I feel like I’m on the field
Star player of the championship
Dirty spout feels jealous while I pop champagne in the air
Look, look at these b!tches, they want to be part of my cattle

[Verse 1: Kyan]
My lady likes strength and flower with ice in her joint

Bro, I only close the minimum 100k plug kicking low
I earn 600k a month and I am my manager
If you didn’t sign with white people, you’d make the same salary

B!tches call in my DM
Bro, I’m black and I watched “Get Out!” (Run!)
I assume only black women, bro, I don’t fu*k with white women
You don’t want to see me richer, bro, stop wearing white
You have no self-esteem, bro, stop eating white

São Paulo, land of drizzle and coup
Only villain, no hero here
Criminals use Mizuno, Nike leaves it only to Nike Boy
Escape from 160 is soft
Miliduka don’t even tell me
Bandit is born qualified, plays behind a high-powered vehicle

[Chorus: Kyan]
Tale, tale and green harvest
I leave my pocket like grass
I feel like I’m on the field
Championship player
Dirty beak feels jealous while I pop champagne into the air
Look, look at these b!tches, they want to be part of my cattle

[Verse 2: Niink]
I leave my self-esteem equal to my balance
They say I’m out of the ordinary
I feel like Ronaldo
Fat pocket like Lombardi
Five fingers, all golden
Thin rope, flat chest, Nike Air Max, side cap
SP, land of drizzle, gold diggers don’t win in conversation
Glue to the base is a deal
Skinny younger people like it, it’s a fact
Look at the size of the plate
Addicted to making money fast
The skinny girl gained weight
After that, wanting me became easy
Like the reveal of the championship (Ahem)
MVP steps, I took my money without signing a contract
At the touch of BYD, an electric car, it looks like a spaceship
Movement in an upscale neighborhood because I know these playboys pay me

Only villain, no hero here
I can’t do much better
Avenge everyone in the blood that flows
Looking at me she wonders why I have blood in my eyes
Because I made my choice
I don’t get my hands dirty
I get rich thanks to my running

Bring the product, focus on profit, the graph only grows
Net, gross, spend, but first invest
My brother is at the post
He’s not a gas station attendant, but he always refuels (I swear to God)
My brother is at the post

[Chorus: Kyan]
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Ahn, tale, tale and green harvest
I leave my pocket like grass
I feel like I’m on the field
Championship player
Dirty beak feels jealous while I pop champagne into the air
Look, look at these b!tches, they want to be part of my cattle