G-Squad (feat. Premal, Aditya & GlockGangster)
Goregaon 104 me guzari zindagi
21 saal pe hum bana rahe zindagi
Mumbai hai yeh sheher
Jaha sapne hai shehed
Koi insaan milawati
Toh koi shudh ghee
Bhramand me bani jagah
Sahi galat ki
Dil me banayi jagah sahi galat ki
Bhagwan ke bharose kaati zindagi
Thodi lit chahiye thi apni zindagi
Uss devta ne aag hi laga di
Aag laga di mere pyaar pe
Aathvi me sikha maine haar ke
Aaj bhi mai wahi haar ko jee raha hu
Kuch badla nahi
Sirf daur hai naya aur pyaar hai naya
Haar purani aur abtak koi na mila
Kuch mila toh bas dosto ka sahara
Kuch bane jeene ki vajah
Toh koi bane gum ki sajah
Jeb mere 2 dozon 12 pant me
Paisa mera double
Quant khoke me aur naam dollar pe
Usme se aadha share mere gharpe
Mere baap ne laya muje iss stage pe
Maar ke, peet ke, pyaar se sikhake
Pyaar meri maa ne diya uss dard ko sehenne
10 saal baad mere fans mere autograph dono ek number
Wo saap jo mere the kabhi nahi
Unke liye mera phone beta; wrong number
Sapna hai mera mujhe kar hai dikhana
Mujhe peeche nahi dekhna mujhe Aage aage badhna
Do kadam ka Jharna
Har nahi manna mujhe khudh ko prove karna
Yeahh lets change the flow i am going to slow
Unity hai unity voh kese mujhe sunti, Mere dost mere sath hai
Kabhi din kabhi raat hai doston se milke bhool jaata apne halat mai
Was an angel, now I'm falling
Got a whip that's foreign
When I get on the gas I'm flooring
This flow's getting outpouring
I've got a 44 that's roaring
She moaning, got her whoring
Got some henny and your girl's pourin
If you and my boys have fought
Through the window, we drop a shot
Squad rollin up like a juggernaut
We each did a blot as an afterthought
On the highway, doob spin
My double cup got watenshi gin
Sin like a cartel in Medellin
All my homeboys are kingpins
The gist, We came in through the rift with a drift
Diamonds on the wrist, piece on the waist, Medusa assist
Come at the boys and you gonna see the end of this fist
You dont wanna fuck with us, might end up on a morgue list
Black tank, sipping purple drank
Smoking the best dank, going to the bank
Mac in the dash, 8 figures in the back
Yo boi riding shotty, bout to spit fire on this track
21 saal pe hum bana rahe zindagi
Mumbai hai yeh sheher
Jaha sapne hai shehed
Koi insaan milawati
Toh koi shudh ghee
Bhramand me bani jagah
Sahi galat ki
Dil me banayi jagah sahi galat ki
Bhagwan ke bharose kaati zindagi
Thodi lit chahiye thi apni zindagi
Uss devta ne aag hi laga di
Aag laga di mere pyaar pe
Aathvi me sikha maine haar ke
Aaj bhi mai wahi haar ko jee raha hu
Kuch badla nahi
Sirf daur hai naya aur pyaar hai naya
Haar purani aur abtak koi na mila
Kuch mila toh bas dosto ka sahara
Kuch bane jeene ki vajah
Toh koi bane gum ki sajah
Jeb mere 2 dozon 12 pant me
Paisa mera double
Quant khoke me aur naam dollar pe
Usme se aadha share mere gharpe
Mere baap ne laya muje iss stage pe
Maar ke, peet ke, pyaar se sikhake
Pyaar meri maa ne diya uss dard ko sehenne
10 saal baad mere fans mere autograph dono ek number
Wo saap jo mere the kabhi nahi
Unke liye mera phone beta; wrong number
Sapna hai mera mujhe kar hai dikhana
Mujhe peeche nahi dekhna mujhe Aage aage badhna
Do kadam ka Jharna
Har nahi manna mujhe khudh ko prove karna
Yeahh lets change the flow i am going to slow
Unity hai unity voh kese mujhe sunti, Mere dost mere sath hai
Kabhi din kabhi raat hai doston se milke bhool jaata apne halat mai
Was an angel, now I'm falling
Got a whip that's foreign
When I get on the gas I'm flooring
This flow's getting outpouring
I've got a 44 that's roaring
She moaning, got her whoring
Got some henny and your girl's pourin
If you and my boys have fought
Through the window, we drop a shot
Squad rollin up like a juggernaut
We each did a blot as an afterthought
On the highway, doob spin
My double cup got watenshi gin
Sin like a cartel in Medellin
All my homeboys are kingpins
The gist, We came in through the rift with a drift
Diamonds on the wrist, piece on the waist, Medusa assist
Come at the boys and you gonna see the end of this fist
You dont wanna fuck with us, might end up on a morgue list
Black tank, sipping purple drank
Smoking the best dank, going to the bank
Mac in the dash, 8 figures in the back
Yo boi riding shotty, bout to spit fire on this track
Credits
Writer(s): Tanay Bhatia
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