You're the worst boyfriend I've ever had
Illegal, don't stop me from your stars
I bow to the signs, I've got bazookas in my hands
God, scale it up
In front of the house, I'm a murderer
Your son runs on the beat, I'm a thief
Shake a scene in the middle, I ask for papers
No, I don't drink
Shishi Manu, do you like your role?
What is this?
Your bond is like Gohar Filam
And you listen to Gohar
Your chocolates are made on chalk
They're on the job, you have to moshpot
You have to fill it up, and you're done
I'm sorry, I made a mistake
My chocolates are on the floor
I came to you with a collar
I put a token in a copper card and went around
I met a thief in Kolkata's bazaar
I got a job at Sonamat
30,000 in 20,000, 4 foot ninjas
They look very bizarre
Seelampur's yellow dogs
On your name, bring your legs, you son of a b**t
I talk straight
It's a sure thing, I'm telling the truth
I'm out of the house after beating the * out of them
Because I'm the leader of the Eagle Clan
On the camera, I'm cute, but I'm low-key
The ninja technique to pick up bitches
If I run from the red cliff, I get fatigued
Call me the face, the way I'm fatigued
Don't up-up Sonam, no one
Grow up, you Bangalans, acting all cool
Live according to the rules
Or live in Hisar
Or live in the streets
On these open walls, there's no smoking
Have you seen Shochale?
No, they're 140
Let's go and beat the * out of them
We call it Swachh Bharat
We call it Swachh Bharat
KEO's Jio's sim can't recharge
He doesn't have Aadhaar
It's over for you and your buddy Amara
Now back to the fact that you're a cigarette seller
Your business is over-sized clothes
There's a market in the Oscars
Why can't it work?
Why can't it work?
The cat has cut the road
Boys, we're from Delhi
Boys, you're from Delhi
Put on the caps and wear blue
The dress was white, bro, but religion
Bro, let them say it, let them cancel it
I can come back like Agne
Back on the track like Olympic
In a ton, but toting on
Ozanpick
It's a tight show, I just come at night
What a dialogue
What a dialogue
There are two and a half people sitting in your basement
One is barking, one is farting
One is saying
Hey, no one loves me
Keshav hates my butt