Rounds N Ring Lyrics English Translation – Yo Yo Honey Singh

Rounds N Ring is the latest Punjabi hit from Yo Yo Honey Singh's album Glory. This energetic track features a dynamic collaboration between Honey Singh, Navaan Sandhu, and Bonafide, each bringing their distinctive styles to the mix. Honey Singh, renowned for his innovative beats and catchy rhythms, is responsible for the music production. The lyrics, penned by Leo Grewal, Navaan Sandhu, and Bonafide.

Verse 1: I’m asking for a round, you ask for a ring, girl You fly like the wind, spreading your wings, girl A pathani (style) suits the guy on the shoulders You have a bag slung over your shoulder, girl

Verse 2: The ones who keep track don’t forget, beautiful But you’ll fail to understand a jatt’s (punjabi warrior caste) mind I carry the lives of my enemies with me And you hold this jatt’s life in your fist

I carry the lives of my enemies with me And you hold this jatt’s life in your fist I’m asking for a round, you ask for a ring, girl

Chorus: See me roll up in a black denali with this shotgun The way you work that body, baby, go on We can run up any party, get lit like diwali If you stick with me, mami, if i go wrong

My paper (money) gets bigger the way i stack it up My moves are so major, ain’t no catching up You know what it is now, baby, clap it up Bornfire, yo yo honey singh, wrap it up

Verse 3: The target isn’t small, nor is the hunter quiet My surname is loud, just like my car’s number The 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, kid He carries an illegal 22 lakhs (gun worth) I’ll pull over with the courage of a lion And the next thing you’ll see is the same as my mindset, kid

Men respect me but want to share ties with me They fill the cell every night with the jatt’s demons I carry the lives of my enemies with me And you hold this jatt’s life in your fist

I carry the lives of my enemies with me And you hold this jatt’s life in your fist I’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 high Thick chick, big licks, 100 bands (100,000 money) A revolver is placed on the guy’s turban The enemy runs away as the stakes are high, chances are low

Verse 6: Having taken an oath, the eyes turn red Whatever work we do, we do it extraordinarily well Wherever my show goes, there’s a big crowd, bro The police from 7 districts can’t handle it

Verse 7: Taking my name, they do big business Sweet on the face but inside, they hold thorns The jatt is a big stepper, only making big moves That’s why when they see chawla (his friend), they get feverish

I’ve been friends with fame since way back Snakes (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 me And you hold this jatt’s life in your fist

I’m asking for a round, you ask for a ring, girl I’m asking for a round, you ask for a ring, girl

Outro: This is what they call hip-hop, hip-hop This is what they call hip-hop, hip-hop Kids, this is what they call hip-hop, hip-hop This is what they call hip-hop, hip-hop

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Song Credits

Song: Rounds N Ring