Lyrics:
khubi,
Dekhte nhi ginte hai ghaav sabhi,
Kla inki kandamm kare scene poora,
Rap baithi banthann jb Raow kooda,
Baate bhi likhne bhi lgta h gooda,
Rap
bekhudi mai
Yeh khwaabo ka samandar
Leke mujhe doob gaya
Chale hum saath
Lekin tu peeche chhot gaya
K kaisa yeh nasha h
Mujh pe hua h
Dekhu tujhe har din
bageecha jisme khila h tu
Tere aane se poore hue h khwaab mere, khwaab mere
Ab zindagi se shikwe na koi na hai gile,na hai gile
Kitna bhi ukhda rahu bas
Ruthi si ek aas
Rab bas usko Tu samjhade
Or usko Tu dikhade
or usse Tu milade
Agar tera Itihas
Tu nahi h yaha pe bas hone ka ehsas
Mere kal me thi Tu
Poori Jindagi ya meri fasi padi vair m
Arhe kaam kaaj Konya sidhe kaand hove h
Laado rakhiye tu dil te dimag saambh ke
3je 4the din barry ki remand
ladki tere kaam aai
(Hook)
Ha mere 2 4 yaar hai
Mere 2 4 yaar hai
Baaki bhi h par baaki gaddar haiHa mere 2 4 yaar hai
Mere 2 4 yaar hai
Baaki bhi h
nigga
Labeled me the grinch, cause I robbed that fat ni**a
He thought he was slick, mad I took his ho*s
She might be a bi**h, but she fu**in wit the goat
kenda menu
karadi h gallan jo bhi mujhko
galat lagadi h pr mane na tu sabse
alag jaise jhapke
palak mere
sapano me aana koi karade
galat fir mujhko
got Ocd
P-i-t-y poor m-e P-i-t-y poor m-e
H-e-l-p
Omg she's got Ocd-Omg she's got Ocd
P-i-t-y poor m-e P-i-t-y poor m-e
She sprays and cleans
listerine
U-h-h-h-h-h-
I can't think straight, yeah, I'm faded
Your bitch on my dick right and she ate it
Her boyfriend got a gun, but no, he won't aim it
of Reps or nothing else
Yeah fuck the competition
Everything I've done
I talked it in reality
H-O-R or nothing else
So why you niggas mad at me
Everything
My Wrestlemania XIV VHS broke
And so did my heart
The entire thing is a mess man
It's falling apart
How am I gonna rewatch Triple H versus Owen Hart
(C-H-E-A-T-E-R)
(C-H-E-A-T-E-R)
Passing notes in the classroom
Gossiping in the bathroom
I already lost the crown
Yeah, I’m already the clown
Sweet
el microphone S.E.C.H.
Para que te voy a mentir
Y te vengo trayendo lo que aprendí en la calle
Nadie come de tales
Soy adicto a los jales a los males
FACCIAMO I SERI CON I KNIFE (EI-EI)
BABY B***H VUOLE I BLING B*****S (EI)
TUTTI I BRODA SONO CHICK (EI-UH)
MI PENSI MORTO SONO QUI HOMMIE (EI)
E NON TI
a high feeling
A special feeling Yhah
You give me a high
Feeling ling ling y-e-a-h
Contentious feeling
I have never seen
This before ever since
That you
vais faire ça au calme
Dis moi comment ça se passe h'n, tous vos sons sont dépassés
J'ai mis du temps à les dépasser, sur la ligne d'arrive je compte
se nhi mukartey
Daaku bolein log jb hum guzartey
Masla kharaab h asla sharaab h
Garam dimaagh pr larkey nhi sudhrtey
Suntey nhi kisi ki matha jb ghoome
a high feeling
A special feeling Yhah
You give me a high
Feeling ling ling y-e-a-h
Contentious feeling
I have never seen
This before ever since
That you
of these type of beats
S-H-E
She said she wanna be my B-A-E
She said she got me as a T-A-T
But I already got my lil baby
Got my shawty and she wait for me
DMB baby
Ahhhhh ahh ahhh
Public
Pull up on me right now
Want you every night now
Hop in come and smoke with me
Shut up roll this weed
B***h
Ik thi sahiba or ik tha ranjha uska
Dono me pyaar bohot tha
Ik thi sahiba or ik tha ranjha uska
Dono me pyaar bohot tha
Ye duniya valle dil ke h jo
It's BubbaUno so you know it's lit,
I'm faded n***a, I'm faded,
Aye,
Evened the odds you see it,
Give me my props then beat it,
Oh this your h** she
(Love)
(Again et again)
Tout a changé mais comment tu me vois?
Tout a changé mais comment tu me vois?
(Ouu ouuu)
R.A.P.H. je ne crains plus l'averse
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