Solace Lyrics

I ain't really fuck with no fake ones

Cuz the fake ones doin' fake runs

Half of these bitches got 'em fake buns

Them fake ass bande with them fake guns

Fake bande saare mere pe

Mere vairi saare bhidne ko kalpe

Teri bandi mere message ko tarse

Main pussy karu claim tu kare kharche

Subah aare bheekh ke jo parche

Come in my crib, you can search it

Fir banegi jo parcho ki batti

Tabhi hote saare twenty-two twenty-two thirty-six

Abe tu Pagal hai kya saale?

Haath to milara kabhi aankh bhi mila le

Maya ke pujari hain looks ke deewane babu

Soch samajh ki saari tod do deewarein

Main keha tod do deeware bhai

Mod de tu gaadi seedha jheel ke kinaare bhai

Jheel ke kinaare baithi shawty kare bath

Main bhi kashh lagara baitha, der sawer

I ain't really fuck with no fake ones

Cuz the fake ones doin' fake runs

Half of these bitches got 'em fake buns

Them fake ass bande with them fake guns

Ye bhi fake, vo bhi fake, only gas koi ni brake

Gaadi ho gai do sau paar, I am driving on a lake

Gaadi karti jaati slide, slippin' Honda uska make

Gotta keep it in the line, thoda aage peeche dekh

Aage peeche dekh, peeche lage maame

Cali baitha plug mera maare mujhe taane

Kehta what the fuck Oozy? I can see you slipping

Tension na le homie kyuki maame ko main tipping

Maame ko main dedu thodi bread, now I'm loose

Pull out game strong, to bhi condom karo use

Kyuki zimmedaari sapno mein bhi karega tu choose

This is up to you, kaise time karein use

I ain't really fuck with no fake ones

Cuz the fake ones doin' fake runs

Half of these bitches got 'em fake buns

Them fake ass bande with them fake guns