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अरे मृत्यु से कौन बचा है?
सभी को मरना है प्रत्येग मरण धर्म है
चंदूलाल मैं सर खुजला
"मैं सोचता हूँ कि जो व्यक्ति आखिरी मैं मारेगा
उसे संसार घाट कौन ले जाएगा?"
Hahahaha
Who's back with the don shit
Give a one take fuck a pause bitch
Paper chahiye famous hona maut bin
Ek verse mile tape par teri lottery
Mili ek deal kyu tu cocky
Ghare jaake mar boss layi
Air hockey tujhme balls nahi
Teri umar 22 firbhi jobless
Maaru Jab muh pe karu jawless
Pade uppercut if u tall man
Make it biblical, if u cross me
Foot moment Ali god like
Ruth jaate ladke wanna be saare
Yeh kehte "tu karta ni post like"
Chhodu husky tujhpe bhaage all night
Karu pew pew then I fuckin smile
Dost kehta "chahiye merchandise"
Ghadi chori karke bhaaga launda ek
Pakdu usse merpe haini time
Kill a rapper te mai chaadar paati
Tu ni Corleone with that taka jhaaki
Keep my enemies in that Kala Paani
Hunn tu bhajje jaldi aint no tala chaabhi
Gonna save you from this kamikaze
Gonna bake you make it traumatizing
Labban Safe House with your Nana Nani
Make em sleep quick Dolo Micine
Give you tactics tera father saab ni
Raja babu with that "Kader Khaan"
Boss lady rehndi mala maal
Brian dindi mennu Lara na
Kick in the door wavin the 4 4
Bhajje sabto pehla jeda siga tera dost
Bhajje usto baad jennu kehna va tu peyo
Dekhna chahta voh bhi what a bitch that he rose
Getting whooped
Getting whooped on your ass
Tu ni shaamil idher
Ain't no fuckin room in the back
There is truth there is cap
All the loot isn't cash
Saw him in his car and we shoot through the glass
Wheelchair laike dawa latt todd ke
Race ditti zada opp khada siga road te
Beef toh baad mennu