Piquetú, piquetú, piquetú, piquetú, piquetú
They say: “What a damn style you have”
Piquetú, piquetú, piquetú, piquetú, piquetú
They say: “What a damn style you have”
Piquetú, piquetú, piquetú, piquetú, piquetú
They say: “What a damn style you have”
Piquetú, piquetú, piquetú, piquetú, piquetú
They say: “What a damn style you have”
Turn up the volume to the max, from the car looking sharp
The attitude is factory-made, I was born bold
I got you, the ace of the game for the win
I’m a tough guy, but I don’t have two faces like you
I’m piquetú, piquetú, piquetú, piquetú, piquetú
They say: “What a damn style you have”
Piquetú, piquetú, piquetú, piquetú, piquetú
They say: “What a damn style you have”
Haters-Haters make excuses, obviously
Because I passed them by, won, and caused them insomnia
I have them parked like the Ferro worth almost a million
Which I use rarely, I don’t get off a plane
I’m piquetú, piquetú, piquetú, piquetú, piquetú
They say: “What a damn style you have”
Piquetú, piquetú, piquetú, piquetú, piquetú
They say: “What a damn style you have”