Hook (x2)
She be smokin’ the mata, purple haze, eyes gleam (woo)
Countin’ bands in the dark while she livin’ the dream (brrt)
Smoke curl round the coupe, whole block feel the steam (skrrt)
She be smokin’ the mata, she the queen of the scene (yeah)
Verse 1
Night city, tinted glass, she movin’ like a ghost
Lipstick on the filter, take a hit, then she toast
Passport to the clouds, can’t land if she don’t want to
Diamond on her wrist, but the mata keep her blunt, true
Silent when she walk, loud when she step in the room
Every eye on the choreo when she light up the plume
Bad vibes dissipate like smoke when she wave her hand
She got codes in her braid, whole crew understand
(woo, ayy)
Hook (x2)
She be smokin’ the mata, purple haze, eyes gleam (woo)
Countin’ bands in the dark while she livin’ the dream (brrt)
Smoke curl round the coupe, whole block feel the steam (skrrt)
She be smokin’ the mata, she the queen of the scene (yeah)
Verse 2
Gold plate on her teeth, talk slick like a movie
Moves calculated, never sloppy, never goofy
Late nights, big lights, she orbit in her lane
Mata in her palm, steady floatin’ through the pain
Phone buzz, deals pop, she keep the circle tight
Trust few, ride hard, keep the wrong off her sight
Laugh low, eyes cold, got stories in her stare
When the mata hit her chest, she forget the despair
(brr, ayy)
Hook (x2)
She be smokin’ the mata, purple haze, eyes gleam (woo)
Countin’ bands in the dark while she livin’ the dream (brrt)
Smoke curl round the coupe, whole block feel the steam (skrrt)
She be smokin’ the mata, she the queen of the scene (yeah)
Verse 3
Backseat confessions, night talk, moonlight witness
She trade fear for a cloud, inhale for forgiveness
No promises for forever, just moments on replay
Mata and the baseline, drown the noise away
Chain swing, heel click, she vanish like a whisper
But the scent stay behind, like a map for a drifter
City breathe — she inhale, exhale the old scenes
Every puff another page, rewrite what she believes
(woo, uh)
Hook (x2)
She be smokin’ the mata, purple haze, eyes gleam (woo)
Countin’ bands in the dark while she livin’ the dream (brrt)
Smoke curl round the coupe, whole block feel the steam (skrrt)
She be smokin’ the mata, she the queen of the scene (yeah)
Verse 4
Morning come, she still floatin’, coffee cold on the dash
Mata ashes on the floor, memories in a stash
Friends come, friends go, she learn to move alone
But the mata keep her company like a throne
Eyes on the skyline, heart locked to the beat
Every corner of the city whisperin’ her heat
No crown needed — she walk with a presence that speak
Mata smoke crownin’ her head when the night get weak
(brrt, ayy)
Hook (x2)
She be smokin’ the mata, purple haze, eyes gleam (woo)
Countin’ bands in the dark while she livin’ the dream (brrt)
Smoke curl round the coupe, whole block feel the steam (skrrt)
She be smokin’ the mata, she the queen of the scene (yeah)
(Outro)
Porque music
See you when I see you
Otro
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