Rob C - Twenty Four Seven lyrics
[Rob C - Twenty Four Seven lyrics]
Jammu le jaake tera kar doonga Katra
Mujhe pata kis ke dum pe ye uchalra
Mere DM mein paayi jaati teri Sarla
Laaton ke beech mein meri tu sar la
Pyaar se bolu mere bache sudhar ja
Kharar ki post tune daali thi na
Gurgaawe mein beth ke daali thi na
Call pe teri hui fat ke chaar
Jab Marriott pohanche hum bande chaar
Divert ki call, tune poori shaam
Aur gaano pe fake tera gunda raaj
Hum darte nahi, life jeete hain edge pe
Ghar ke bahar tujhe daal doonga hedge mein
Kaam mere 25, tere jaise 36
Rafa dafa pehle kiya 325
Nov 20 mein tujhe kiya tha halaal
Aur 14 mahine baad bola mera laal
Sabke saamne teri gaand kari laal
Kaata tera jaise tere side ke baal
Abbay yaarrr
Itne whack gaane kaise hai banaata tu?
Mann mein apne tu bhi jaanta ki badshah ke
Bina na kuch bhi ban paata tu!
Mera flow Kung F U tujhe de doon F U
King of the hill ke time se
Main king of the ring, bete F U
AK ye flow kar dein kya shoot?
Tere mooh pe hain boot hum bande hain oot
Tera poora career bas ek gaali door se nikal
Chhote tu jaali
Gurgawaan mein chale meri gur waali chai
Aur jahan tu dikha wahan beef on sight
Maheene ki likhta tu ek whack line
Language tere layi use karun sign
Gaane se pehle ki story zaruri
G logon ki bhii story zaruri
Tujhe mujhe diss karne ke liye kisi na
Kisi ki featuring leni zaruri hai
Solo gaana tere bas ki nahi
Tu try kare bohat par wo fassti nahi
Meri life ikk movie kar Masti nahi
Teri tarah karun main matargashti nahi
Pilani mein bola tu dekhta porn
Achanak se track pe banta tu Don
Banke victim bas tu leta sympathy
Tujhko khud ko nahi pata tu kaun?
Tere sheher ka chakkar lage mera har month
Likh doon main teri fake image pe granth
Rap ki field mein bete tu tourist
Saal ke 2 gaane, kare, bane purist?
Menu Vaishno, Tera karun veg wrap
Mere rap ke hats mein bohat zyada trap
Meri deal for lacs, aur tu skills kare lack
Pac ko tere jaise bolte hain PACK
Tujhe ghanta ni pata, tu khud ek meme
Mera wu tang swag
Man I’m all about the cream
Cream of the crop tujhe diya cream pie
Eminem ka fan but I don’t like the way
You LIE, chahe ho Nai Delhi, ya Mumbai
Tujhe kar Doon main bleach
It’s a good day to die