[Intro: Yung Sammy & Encore ABJ]
Yeah
Yung Sammy hai kya ? (tera Bhai)
Ahh
Come on, come on, yeah
Okay
Yeah Yeah
Seedhe Maut Bitch!!
Sammy
Yeah
DL91
Tera Bhai
Sammy
Get it
Woah
[Verse 1 : Encore]
Seedhe Maut - Sammy hai, dikhta bas Grammy
Chahe baithe hum London ya baithe hum Noida
Lulli si shakal ke, bhidenge hum se
Hum rapper complete hai jaise Cu Boi ka
Hona jo waise bhi hoyega
Tu toh pitega par bol kya kare tere boy ka
Sona tha bandi ke chucho mein
Lekin vo aaj ki raat se khabar pe soyega
Kaha kise kitno ki maa chodi
Kaha kise kitno ki maa chodi
Hai hai
Kamar se nikala ghoda aur bandi ko
Diya bana ghodi
Haa haa
Muh chodi karte hai baalak
Aur baalak aa karte hai muh chodi
Shakle dikhte hain nеws akhbaaron mein
Jaise main hoon Modi ooh ooh
[Verse 2 : Calm]
Kaha par hain rapper, yе dikhte nahi, gaayab hain
Dost inke SM pe flip ho rahi
Janwar hain baithe, teen rapper nahi
Papa hu ladko ka, chaatey mein chup ho rahe
Ye mic pe chilla rahe par inke ye jhaate se vocal nahi clip ho rahe, na na
Ye paisa, ye bitches, ye bud hai kamaaya
Bas music se, fatah bin filmon ke
Haan Greater Noida wala shit hai, saath hai Sammy jo
Ek bandi Mo ko boli Calm se bajna hai, don’t say no
Main jau jaha paisa jaye, jab launde jaaye jaha booty go
If the truth be told, yaha dono ladke nuke hain, phod
[Verse 3 : Yung Sammy]
Yung Sammy aur Seedhe Maut, dekh bhai gaand toh tutni hai
Bhari rakha poora system, life lage meri movie hai
One of a kind aur bitch meri
Lage mujhe kaafi choosy hai
Ek bandi ho rahi mujhse kaafi frank, mere sar pe chadh ke kudd rahi hai
Verse likha maine UK mein, aur Delhi mein jaake ye take liya
Kaafi pehle se tha studio mein locked in, fir LA mein jaake break liya
Don’t give a fuck about a price tag, mera mann kiya toh phir le liya
Ek beti chod ka faltu bol raha, gaadi ki dikki mein gher diya
Marta tha bunk mein Business Classes
But now I fly that shit
Teacher jo kehti thi “tu likhta nahi achha”
She knows I write that shit
Har ek bar mera holy verse
Jaise karne lagta hoon main baptizing
Don’t give a fuck about a bitch ego
Karta nahi peeche se backbiting
[Verse: Seedhe Maut & Yung Sammy]
Yung Sammy, Seedhe Maut, yaha pe koi rakhna nahi pair, it’s a landmine thing, kya
Na chale koi branding, na chale koi marketing, na chale koi franchise uhh
Bata kaise na tutegi gaand ab inki, jab
Bacha koi chaara hi nahi
Bata kaise na sukhengi praan, inke baap
Se hai bane koi sayana nahi, bitch
Mere gang mein cheete hi cheete, aur
Kabhi bhi saapon ko paala hi nahi
Likhu jab bhi lage jaise jaan aayi nayi
Beaton pe main chadhun jaise baadh aayi kahin
Bags and bags and bags, damn
Khoke se niche toh aata hi nahi
Apno se pada tera paala hi nahi
Gandhi toh tane kabhi chaapa hi nahi
Oye hutt
Leta hoon main halke mein, tumhe toh bil mein raho
Sher abhi dahda hai nahi
Bhussi bharne mujhe chahiye chaar line nahi
Aisa koi din nahi jabhi maal aaye nahi
Kholu tera sarr jaise taala yahi daala
Tere sar pe main maala, pade thai thai
Galat hue tere haalat yahi
Tera MUDDA banega aaj raat yahi