GOODA Fotty Seven

Yaad hai mujhe khade the saath kaun
Jyada nahi bas khali 6-7 dost
Unme se bhi chhod gaye ek aadh toh
Aaj mujhe jaante hai ek Lakh log(Wooh)

Aadhe bhai sahab bane bhai saanp
Aadhe bole maai-baap, You’re my baap
Aaj saare soche bas meri hi bhalayi ka
Bandiyan bhi puche “Kya aap khayenge malai-Chaap?”
Jinhe pahle lagta tha ganda main
Par jabse badhi meri janta hai
Pahle bolte the “Khol denge sar”
Bolte hai sar bhole ka fan tabhi bole mere bomb
Rap sunne wala mera pankha
Kyunki kaam tere bhai ka hai dhang ka
Mere aane ki toh naubat nahi padti
Mere fans hi laga dete lanka
Naaz hai mujhe mere ladkon pe
Naaz mujhe har ek fan par hai
Naaz hai mujhe meri maa pe
Jo bolti hai shaan se ki “Mera beta Rapper hai”
Koi uski copy, koi iski copy
Sab ghinste pencil maine ghins di copy
10 wala pen aur 20 ki coffee
Haalat inki kari chai mein doobe buscuito si
Ab ye dekhe mujhe bhaage rakh ke sar par pair
Mud ke na dekhenge na ghar tak ye
Mere kaagach mere shabdo se lath-path hai
Mic kara load fir Rap maara khat-khat main
Shortcut se milti nahi jeet
Mil bhi gayi toh phir milti nahi seekh
Mere naam pe inhe milte hai views
Jaise Allah ke naam pe milti hai bheekh
Ye saale padi lakdiyan lete
Karma cheej tagdi hai bete
Izzat kamayi hai, haath mein nahi mili
Khairaat mein nahi mili, maine ragdi hai bete