Lyrics:
Mango Chutney
Here’s the story of mango chutney
From the Indies, it’s awful tasty
It might just dress up your neeps and tatties
So you wanna bring
Ik ben een flowerboy
Een man van smaak
Je kan me vinden op insta
En ik speel gitaar
Ik ben een flowerboy
Heb alles op plaat
Ik doe chutney op m'n
THE வमC , Yo
Vamsi ismaV
Goyala Shot Uh
Aiii, Yo
Aiii, Yo
Goyala Shot Uh, Goyala Shot Uh
En Kidney aiyiduchu Chutney
I think na inumel one month ku
or a lawyer
I just, I, this isn't gonna work out
Walked in a restaurant and they brought me biryani
Raita on the side, please don't forget the green chutney
so clean my whole damn team
You don’t know what it is
You don’t know bout this bread
Gimme my chutney on the pronto, quick
Get ra-a-a-a-a-a-a-acks
Chutney lekker dik tamaties en uie uit 'n tuin gepluk
Kan sy braaibroodjies maak
Wat 'n boerseun maar kan maak
Dis al hoe jy weet jy't 'n trouvrou beet sy
pond wat nou so duur is want die rand het weer gecrash
Stuur hom biltong
Stuur hom Klipdrift
Stuur hom chutney
Asseblief meneer Fakile
Stuur die
don't care if it's Dosa or Dose
We love it like your mommy
Masale. Dose. Dosayyy
Yeah, Masala Dosa from anywhere it might be
Gimme that, make the chutney
dosai
Iddly vada dosai sambar special iddly
We have special chutney
if you want some kapi, we have special kapi
Aye sir kapi, kapi, tea-kapi
Iddly vada
Zimedari meri hai ki usse chutney na du
Ubad khabad rasto mei usse chutney na du
Sar pe leke nahi usse mei seene se laga ke chala hu
Jo ap logo ne diya
Old time Chutney come back again
Come leh we go back in time
Old time Chutney come back again
Leggo U Waist
Buss Ah Wine
Oh My Love
You Leave Me
you Chutney,
Well the music playin' girl hold on to my hand
Move up your waist-line let us dance in the sand.
(Tassa Bridge)
Show me your love girl I
I'm bout my money, money like Gandhi
Money like Gandhi, money like Gandhi
Play too much, I'm giving you nothing
Gimme my bread, my cheese, my chutney
a lord, but here comes the king
You might be a lord, but here comes the king
They gonna love me
Call me black chutney
All gold chrome with the diamonds in
make out whether he was from
(Max or Mary)
Salford or...ah...Manchester
(Chutney ferret)
And this London visitor had this to say
"Cheater"
stood at the heavy table screaming
Yes he did screaming names, Boognish turned
At the heavy table, screamin' on
Chutney lips keep searching for your
Jaan
Jaan
Jaan
Imma eat you fast
Like it's Ramadan
You're my chutney
To my poppadom
Ohh
Wagawan
Tell me lies
What you like
Where you at
Who you with
hai
Ek Aurat Ka Kirdaar Maa behn Beti Patni
Balatkario Ki Ek Sath Banao Ab Chutney
Beta Hai Car Toh Beti kya stepny hai
Chedchad Dekhkar Bachane se
The game running outta chutney
Niggas ain't got no balls
And they grills is "All Gold", but they can never ketchup
When you're owning it like this, you've
h
Har ghar mai fortuner
Launde pure crazy h...
Momo wali chutney tikhi...
Roll sala zaika hai...
Hande sari galiyon mai...
Is baat ka bhi koi fayeda
kanam
Idhai kettu sellada
Unaku vandha raththam
Enaku vandha thakkali chutney ah
Idhayathai kizhikindra valiyinai
Poruthidu
Edhuvum sari illai
Unnai neeye
(Yeah)
And you can’t fuck with us hoe (Nah)
We run the whole show
From chutney to soca
Straight from south to bago (Up)
Mean like troubles? Na I mean like
the chutneys on top
Eating loads of cookies like they're going out of fashion
Eating After Eights, yes please I'll have the last one
Chocolate, sprouts
the bean
The universe is the bean
I have awoken the bean
The universe is a bean
What it is
Impossible chutney
The universe is a bean
Invisible
You know what
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