Rounds N Ring
Verse 1:I’m asking for a round, you ask for a ring, girlYou fly like the wind, spreading your wings, girlA pathani (style) suits the guy on the shouldersYou have a bag slung over your shoulder, girl
Verse 2:The ones who keep track don’t forget, beautifulBut you’ll fail to understand a jatt’s (punjabi warrior caste) mindI carry the lives of my enemies with meAnd you hold this jatt’s life in your fist
I carry the lives of my enemies with meAnd you hold this jatt’s life in your fistI’m asking for a round, you ask for a ring, girl
Chorus:See me roll up in a black denali with this shotgunThe way you work that body, baby, go onWe can run up any party, get lit like diwaliIf you stick with me, mami, if i go wrong
My paper (money) gets bigger the way i stack it upMy moves are so major, ain’t no catching upYou know what it is now, baby, clap it upBornfire, yo yo honey singh, wrap it up
Verse 3:The target isn’t small, nor is the hunter quietMy surname is loud, just like my car’s numberThe hood’s tail is played at 150 tons,Facetime with you wraps up any discussion
Verse 4:There’s no secret about death or this jatt, kidHe carries an illegal 22 lakhs (gun worth)I’ll pull over with the courage of a lionAnd the next thing you’ll see is the same as my mindset, kid
Men respect me but want to share ties with meThey fill the cell every night with the jatt’s demonsI carry the lives of my enemies with meAnd you hold this jatt’s life in your fist
I carry the lives of my enemies with meAnd you hold this jatt’s life in your fistI’m asking for a round, you ask for a ring, girl
Verse 5:Yes sir!
When you see the pair of uzi’s (guns), hands go highThick chick, big licks, 100 bands (100,000 money)A revolver is placed on the guy’s turbanThe enemy runs away as the stakes are high, chances are low
Verse 6:Having taken an oath, the eyes turn redWhatever work we do, we do it extraordinarily wellWherever my show goes, there’s a big crowd, broThe police from 7 districts can’t handle it
Verse 7:Taking my name, they do big businessSweet on the face but inside, they hold thornsThe jatt is a big stepper, only making big movesThat’s why when they see chawla (his friend), they get feverish
I’ve been friends with fame since way backSnakes (jealous people) give satisfaction when they see maybach (luxury car)I spit out that bitterness, now you see how i pay back
I carry the lives of my enemies with meAnd you hold this jatt’s life in your fist
I’m asking for a round, you ask for a ring, girlI’m asking for a round, you ask for a ring, girl
Outro:This is what they call hip-hop, hip-hopThis is what they call hip-hop, hip-hopKids, this is what they call hip-hop, hip-hopThis is what they call hip-hop, hip-hop
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