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Released on: 2025-10-31
Lyrics and translation
Original
Wencor! Skrrr, ah caralho!
J'suis en tongs, maillot Benfica, mais dans la tête, c'est costard de mafia.
Une gyal passe, short en curto, que la saudade tourne autour du bico.
Elle wine en portugais, moi j'parle banlieue, "Oh meu amor, tu veux voir mon moteur bleu? ".
Elle dit "calma boy", mais son corps dit "vem cá".
J'lui dis "tranquille, on s'comprend déjà".
Lisbonne dans le cœur, chaleur tropicale, Skyline Music, mental marginal.
Les gyals bougent, les mecs sont calmos, mais dans la tête, c'est full mafioso. Pow, pow!
Gyal qui wine, moi j'rigole, m'échauffe, entre piri-piri et bière qui chauffe.
On va s'aimer, puis s'engueuler, c'est la chatta, c'est ta -verdade.
-Gyal qui wine, moi j'rigole, m'échauffe, sur la vibe luso, tout le monde s'enjaille.
C'est la chatta, pow, pow, -pow, c'est la chatta internationale.
-Yeah, baby, vem dançar, fais tourner la zone, sous le soleil, on perd la raison. Lisbonne caliente, banlieue attitude,
Skyline mafioso, ça pure latitude.
Sa pote me fixe, verre de Super Bock, elle dit "viens, t'as l'flow d'un mec du bloco".
Moi, j'dis "ouais, mais j'ai plus d'thunes", j'fais le mec sûr, j'parle comme dans un cartoon.
Elle me dit "tu sors meilleur que le bacalhoa", j'réponds "normal, baby, c'est Skyline wow".
La sécu passe, j'fais genre calmo, mais dans ma tête, j'vois déjà au drama. Skrrr!
Gyal qui wine, moi j'rigole, m'échauffe, entre piri-piri et bière qui chauffe.
On va s'aimer, puis s'engueuler, c'est la chatta des nuits d'été.
Gyal qui wine, moi j'rigole, m'échauffe, sur la vibe luso, tout le monde s'enjaille. C'est la chatta, pow, pow, pow, c'est la chatta internationale.
Écoute gyal, pas besoin d'villa ni de décapotable, j'ai juste un son chaud et un mental instable.
T'as le fogo dans les yeux, et moi le beat dans le sang, c'est dangereux. Lisbonne brûlante, banlieue no coração, c'est la fusion tropical version.
Viens danser, viens perder a razão, Skyline mafioso, a última saison.
Gyal qui wine, moi j'rigole, m'échauffe, entre piri-piri et bière qui chauffe.
On va s'aimer, puis s'engueuler, c'est la chatta, c'est ta verdade.
Gyal qui wine, moi j'rigole, m'échauffe, sur la vibe luso, tout le monde s'enjaille.
C'est la chatta, pow, pow, pow, c'est la chatta internationale.
Skyline Music!
Lisboa caliente, caralho!
English translation
Wencor! Skrrr, ah caralho!
I'm in flip-flops, a Benfica jersey, but in my head, it's a mafia suit.
A gyal passes, shorts in curto, that the saudade revolves around the bico.
She wines in Portuguese, I speak suburbs, “Oh meu amor, do you want to see my blue engine?”.
She says "calma boy", but her body says "vem cá".
I tell him “quietly, we already understand each other”.
Lisbon in the heart, tropical heat, Skyline Music, marginal mentality.
The gyals are moving, the guys are calm, but in the head, it's full mafioso. Pow, pow!
Gyal who wines, I laugh, I warm up, between piri-piri and beer which heats up.
We're going to love each other, then argue, that's the chatta, that's your -verdade.
-Gyal who wines, I laugh, get warmed up, on the Luso vibe, everyone is having fun.
It's the chatta, pow, pow, -pow, it's the international chatta.
-Yeah, baby, let's dance, spin the zone, under the sun, we lose our minds. Lisbon caliente, suburb attitude,
Skyline mafioso, that's pure latitude.
Her friend stares at me, glass of Super Bock, she says "come on, you have the flow of a guy from the bloco".
I say "yeah, but I have more money", I act like a safe guy, I talk like in a cartoon.
She says to me "you come out better than bacalhoa", I answer "normal, baby, it's Skyline wow".
Social security is going through, I'm calming down, but in my head, I'm already seeing the drama. Skrrr!
Gyal who wines, I laugh, I warm up, between piri-piri and beer which heats up.
We're going to love each other, then argue, it's the chatter of summer nights.
Gyal who wines, I laugh, get warmed up, on the Luso vibe, everyone is having fun. It's the chatta, pow, pow, pow, it's the international chatta.
Listen gyal, no need for a villa or a convertible, I just have a hot sound and an unstable mind.
You have fogo in your eyes, and I have beat in my blood, it's dangerous. Burning Lisbon, no coração suburbs, it’s the tropical version of fusion.
Come dance, come lose a razão, Skyline mafioso, at the last season.
Gyal who wines, I laugh, I warm up, between piri-piri and beer which heats up.
We're going to love each other, then argue, it's chatta, it's your verdade.
Gyal who wines, I laugh, get warmed up, on the Luso vibe, everyone is having fun.
It's the chatta, pow, pow, pow, it's the international chatta.
Skyline Music!
Lisboa hot, caralho!