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KR$NA
Künstler:in
French The Kid
Künstler:in
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KR$NA
Songwriter:in
French The Kid
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
(Grrrrrr), yeah
(Krrr, pa!)
Dollar sign one time
Yeah, ba, ba, ba!
Sab kuch mast (grrrrh)
Sab kuch das pe das
Ye maange smoke, le, kash pe kash
Ye bande joke, hum haste bas hain
Sab kuch mast (sab kuch mast)
Sab kuch das pe das
Ye bande soft, par bante sakht
Ye lagte opps, hum karte shaq hain
Sab kuch–
Asli Cred hai kiske? Risk hai
Gand mein dum hai kiske?
Yahaan girte shells, no piste
Rishte nahi, par karte hisse
Net pe baithe ghiste
Mistake kar, poke kar ke phir se
Aaunga lene inse payback
Jaise maut ke kishte
I'm known, assassin
Splash 'em up, I ain't dashin'
Dikhe booth me passion
Kaale kapde ye fashion
Makin' moves, no dancin'
Dollar sign, no ransom
Sirf YouTube pe action
Inke chal rhe roles, no phantom
Harkat jaali badi, to phir gaali padi
Inki maari badi for the gang
Meri gaadi chali, meri aari ghadi
Kala bhaari padi, to hai vaham
Inko maan'ni padi meri kaarigari
Main Mohammad Ali with the pen
Bhaav khaari badi, phir taali padi
Kehlaane lagi meri fan
Banaaun photo-op on an opp block
Phir milke tu karna pop off
Inko dil mein sadna hai, lagta sadma hai
Keh de "Marna hai", chalk off
Drop top with the top off (top off)
Lagte ye fake, ye knock off (brrrh)
Milta karma hai, paisa dharma hai
Cold ye Vladivostok (grrrrh)
Sab kuch mast (sab kuch)
Sab kuch das pe das
Ye maange smoke, le, kash pe kash
Ye bande joke, hum haste bas hain
Sab kuch mast (sab kuch mast)
Sab kuch das pe das
Ye bande soft, par bante sakht
Ye lagte opps, hum karte shaq hain
Sab kuch–
Look, three Gs in the rave
Two step back when I deal with my pain
Yeah, I drip too hard, G, I filter the rain
I need a car, don't lack on a train
Like, it ain't the same
This ain't a game, I want a business flight to the states
They don't know me, but they know my face
G, I'm stuck in my dream and I can't escape
Look, you-you-you ain't ever
You ain't ever held no shh in a four-door ride of a stolen whip
I ain't ever cared 'bout them
'Cah they don't know me and they don't do shit
So, why, so why you gonna lie on my name?
If I don't know you, what a lonely prick
Roll up the reefa, turn up the speaker
I zone out when I bill my spliff
Life's changed, yeah, I'm sittin' eatin' Lobster
Sit back, reminiscin' on times
Guest list in Dubai full of brasses and mobsters
Seen a fiend turn into a monster
But now I got a Rolls on my wrist
Got dough for a crib, let me smoke on my spliff
I'm-I'm with the money boys, know who it is
In the club, gettin' bottles, we don't know how to live
Dance, dance, upset 'cause she never got a chance
I'm a real bad boy with a menacin', uh
Got a hand toy with a menacin' blast
Bro try hunt for the kill
Ran through the field
And ducked the Old Bill through grass
Girl too devilish, top like Everest
And I wish baby you could do that
Sab kuch mast (grrrrh)
Sab kuch das pe das
Ye maange smoke, le, kash pe kash
Ye bande joke, hum haste bas hain
Sab kuch mast (sab kuch mast)
Sab kuch das pe das
Ye bande soft, par bante sakht
Ye lagte opps, hum karte shaq hain
Sab kuch–
Don't be scared (don't be), kar mat tu koyi harkat (harkat)
Ghati mein main parvat, kar doon sunsaan jaise marghat
Don't be scared (scared), kar mat tu koyi harkat (harkat)
Raat ko lete karvat, opps you nervous (sssh), dar mat
Written by: French The Kid, KR$NA