Rap Karega Bro? (feat. Mr. Snob, Spaark & The Prophet)
We Are Apex
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Jinne menu paji paji bole mere moo te Mudte hi gaal kadde menu aint no love for em bitches NO Ohnu pata ni ke ankhe haigi mere sir de piche Vekh sakdi ye saare snitches GO Fore I lose my patience well Hey ghnta faraq nahi pade Naale kinna zyada slick this style is Pare ho le pehli fursat main Don t make me man handle n teach you shit Follow me tenu dikhauna hundi ki hai rap di anatomy Gonna be lotta heat gotta go down like economy Sach ye hai ki jeda rap kare tu vo comedy Plus ye bhi choo nai nikale teri right in front of me Hasne ki baat tu hai rapper par rap aunda nai Oof ye bala sunke hogaya si fond of me Kyun tu tenaat ab you wanna be a WANNABE Top si bro ye bol free throw Imma product of apocalypse Cold si bol zara kar tu decode You better get a lock on this Told you so to not come too close This shit is anamolous Main guns blazing tussi holstered hoe You can t touch this Chalo jaldi se bolo jo tussi bolne aaye ho Why dont you take that dick outta ya mouth fore you take a load Copy kalam leke aao it is time to take on some notes By picking a pen I dont a penis but i know you like it the most bro Snacc rap karu minimal metaphor n clinically poora proven Khaake dekh ye edible hai I made it in my oven Shit is miraculous meticulous bitch Im rollin Don t be ridiculous you are the killah you be ballin Get over your dreams you little boy start loading Kyunki main barrage fekna teri aor sabhdo ke Won t even let you breathe let you leave Take a break Nobody will hear your callin Sun nadhund na sadde jesa koi Par mujhe maloom tujhe milna ni likh ke Lele Sun na chun na koi bhi favourite do Me unhe unhi ke gaane out rap karna likh Ke lele PROPHET tere chamat rakhega Kode maarega tu chup reh le Munna mud na sun na bolna koi aisa Haiga Jo apex de mundeya di keh ke lele Never stand down You never know what s next may be crown Hold go go loud Tell them all what you ve been on this ground So cold cold crowd Who we are Preachers down All the sinners come around Show me hate put me down But they connect to dance and break their lens Or they jump off roof To end their evanescence What they did in past brought them back to check But aftermath was an avalanche Cause all of them were on a ramp and glam Girls party liquor bitches end Well suck my dick and walk off this land I ll walk on globe i m bobby McFerrin Psychopath confessing Why you looking down at his knees Wanna die By looking at the blood you can feel that he fights well That rings bell His fun ride Pick by the lord I m breaking the law I can be the one That you want to make it a bomb Killing everyone is my love But little bit off but little bit calm what you want DEATH NOTE You want to live to form a kill You won t take bond and will Cause all it will hurt and always the bond are made to bear fate Isolate and kill yourself Ain t game That s the reason i can rip your cold days Make them obvious what you think was old brain All the season that you bear was bold mate All the wrong is Right now Aaahhh f*ck them
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