Toronto Lyrics (English Translation) – Jala Brat, Buba Corelli

Read the full Toronto (English Translation) lyrics by Jala Brat and Buba Corelli along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Jala Brat’s music, you can also explore Ajkula and Vampiri, two other songs by Jala Brat.

[Introduction]
I love you, and I’m not small

[Stanza 1: Buba Corelli]
And she’s in a crisis, calling, not letting me breathe
She doesn’t stop sending me clips, or writing
She asked me if I was a virgin, I said “No”
She asked me if I was a virgin, I said “No”
Mastercard, Visa, blowjob, boots
Business plan, from business to business, to Paris
S*x in the jacuzzi, tomorrow another repeat
S*x in the jacuzzi, tomorrow another repeat

I hit your ass with the butt of my butt, then your mouth, until blood spurts
I thought you’d be happy when I succeed
I jerk one after the other, I take the AP, then I freeze
Success would be like slapping your ass
B!tches are always sending kisses now, and they used to be cheeky
In the club when we’re together, it’s clear that the women with us are great
And I grew up where they cut you, fast fingers
I’m constantly driving around the city, and a bullet won’t even scratch my fur

[Chorus: Jala Brat]
From the outside you’re as cold as a morning Toronto
And I’m still hungry to top up my account
How can I stop now when you’re as sweet as a candy
I’ll nail you to the stars, Dikembe Mutombo
From the outside you’re as cold as a morning Toronto
And I’m still hungry to top up my account
How can I stop now when you’re as sweet as a candy
I’ll nail you to the stars, Dikembe Mutombo

[Verse 2: Jala Brat]
You’re a hoe, unfollow, naked body, blunt srolo
Jala Brat, Han Solo, here on the front page
Cars imported from abroad, we outside, me with three gunas
And diamonds are useless when the street is in us
Little knows, little knows, the cage is full behind us

And sometimes success sounds like a machine gun
Little knows, little knows, who and when, how to make a conscience
And sometimes your lips bite me like a conscience
And we we’re level, baby, here with me at the top of the table
Up the slats, broom, tell me what the favelas want
I’m taking off Pelle Pelle, woosah, seven-eleven
Tram11 plays for me, I’m here poured into concrete

[Chorus: Jala Brat]
From the outside you’re all cold like a morning Toronto
And I’m still hungry to fill up the account
How can I stop now that you’re as sweet as a candy
I’ll knock you into the stars, Dikembe Mutombo
From the outside you’re all cold like a morning Toronto
And I’m still hungry to fill up the account
How can I stop now that you’re as sweet as a candy
I’ll knock you into the stars, Dikembe Mutombo