GIFT ft. Frisk Lyrics

Khush toh hai mere sang meri lady

Bhul na paaya teri body ki vo feeling

Mai jaan na paaya kyu tu itni duur mujhse

Tu lage ek paheli

Aur mai likhu tujhe daily

Lafz ho rahe khatam

Waqt hora khatam baby

You asked me to wait, so i'm waiting

ha

Mai feel karu crazy

When i'm with you

When i'm with you

When i'm with you

I feel so

Fucked up

Ye ladke ha game khele, insta pe mujhko ye hate dere

ha

Mai hone laga famous jo, DMs pe ye ghutne teke

Ye feel kare bebas ab jab suntey h mera cadence ab

Up, up and away udey papers

Sab fucked up dekhu scene mai pray karu ab

Insta famous ye fake rappers

IG pages bane gatekeepers

Artist kare shelf music labels

Mai badlunga scene, I flip tables

Mai jaanu, fake h sab, feekey sab

Theek hai Rakht!

You gotta stop!

You gotta run!

Mai rukunga nahi, mai cheenunga sab

Chahiye mujhe Dior, Louis Vuitton

Jo rokega mujhe, pitega bhot

Hum launde hai pagal, machaate hum shor

B-I-G Sean, I don't fuck with you

And I fuck like making porn

Chadhu King-Kong jaise Empire State pe

Animal

Rakht aaya vampire state mai

Cannibal

Beef ki vajah se diss nai yaha, diss ki vajah se beef hai yaha

Gaand pe karte kissiya fir bolte tujhko miss kia

Scene hai thoda sa silly sa, game se ladata ishqiya

Mera gaano pe in-the-end, baajega India

Wickedly-twisted-capitalistic thoda sa minimalist bhi

Maukaparast ha mai opportunistic

Ball kare gang, hum udaate wicket

Teri hum udaate khilli

Launda aaya dekh straight outta Dilli NCR

Kharcha bharta launda dekh poori family ka

God

Rakht