Lyrics F*CK WHAT THEY SAY - MC Stan , King

King

Fuck what they say (fuck what they say)
Aur kya hai vishay (aur kya hai vishay)
I'm on my way
To fuck this game

Fuck what they say (fuck what they say)
Aur kya hai vishay (aur kya hai vishay)
I'm on my way
To fuck this game

(Phew) main hoon Rocky, El-Dorado
Kalakaaron ka Picasso
Mexico se aaya koka
Shawty kehti, "Check kara do"

De do mauka ya dilaa do
Wo rehti Pune, gayi Milano
Use town mein pehle nahi dekha
Hase duur se khadi gulaabo

Main bhi eight figure (yeah), Wonder Homie qila (woo)
Acre mein ghar le raha, spare pada beegha
Beeghe mein hai gaadi
Gaadi mein qafila (fila, fila)

We livin' everyday
I mean look at me, I'm 6 feet 3
Tall, dark and handsome, na paiso ki kami
Blanko lagaya, teri Shawty ho gayi freeze

Tu maan ya na maan, per wo ab se meri
Ab kahenge ke "Duniya aise nahi chalti"
Jo maine chala di, toh bolo, kiski galti?
Wo paani mein bhi jaaye toh bhi shola lagti
Toh kyun na haath jale?

Fuck what they say (fuck what they say)
Aur kya hai vishay (aur kya hai vishay)
I'm on my way
To fuck this game

Fuck what they say (fuck what they say)
Aur kya hai vishay (aur kya hai vishay)
I'm on my way
To fuck this game (-what I'm sayin', P town baby, Hindi maatribhasha)

Dekh meri life
Lavish jee raha bhai tera, gale mein hai ice
Haters mere land pe, photo pe hai like
Lavish jee raha bhai tera, gale mein hai ice
Lavish jee raha bhai tera, gale mein-

Bhalte ke wajah se lagi dalindiri
Meri maadhi mereko badach ka BT de rahi
AMG whip, hood mein maaroon gedi
Meri (dekhti he boli, "Kya photo de rahi?")

Chalti gaadi mein wo mera choco le rahi
Wo dikhti same to same; Katy Perry (company)
Likhta hoon mein aisa, yeh log karna maangte relate (haan)
Tu aur tera homie, tum dono ka hai wicket

Ek maadhi mereko bas ho gayi, nako mereko bitches
Ek haath mein Rolex hai, dusre haath mein Patek
Flip karta money, bhai, black money safed (white)
Hater log ka faayda nahi, jhadta nahi comment

Gaand jaldi logon ki, main aur daalta rocket
Half quarter khaali kari, half meri girlfriend
Log dhundh rahe meri weakness, tu ho gayla maam useless
Tune bana diya heartless, maine bitha diya market market

Seedha Aladdin ka carpet, nahi gaali sunte maa pe
Sirf dete idher chaapte, apne bacche log sab fast hain
Ek joint hai pan last hai, apli aankh dekh blast hai
Yeh generation lost hai, mutton ka shop hai
Kharjula opp' hai (ayy, opp'), fir kyun na gaand jale?

Fuck what they say (fuck what they say)
Aur kya hai vishay (aur kya hai vishay)
I'm on my way
To fuck this game

Fuck what they say (fuck what they say)
Aur kya hai vishay (aur kya hai vishay)
I'm on my way
To fuck this game

Gunehgaari kshetra
You already know what it is
This is your Rocco, baby

Baaton ki chod ni, kheechenge chaapad kyonki, beta, hum tere jaise ni
Yahan koi vote ni, mera hai shaasan, duunga ghaav, chot hogi waise ni
Jo schoolon ke chhod ke baste chalte the ghar kyonki ghar pe the paise ni
Wahin pe Gucci pehen ke kaat raha suwar, mujhse leta gujji kek paise ni, woo!

Yeh sabki hai win, I'm not alone committing sins
Chanakyapuri se Cannes ka carpet, bitch, I'm alone walkin' in
YouTube ke rapper ne jis din kiya mujhe khaali baithe yuun hi bewajah diss
Usi din ghusa baitha, raja, Under 30 Asians Forbes ki list

I don't mean to disrespect but, my friends, the gap is big
I don't want to diss anyone, 'cause my friend the stack is thick
The story is not about who's worst or who's best in it
It's all about rags and rich, it's all about food and splits

Kabhi baari banda ni bolta, deke zamana jo bolta kaam
Kabhi bhaari banda nahi chhedta, sab se rakhta duaa-salaam
Mera zameer ni kehta, baaton ki belt se kheench duun khaal
Per Stanny, in sabki maa chod daal

Tune style mera dhaapa, tereko chowk mein diya tha laafa
Bolna chahta, likh nahi paata, baja tu dhol, main bajata taasha
Nashik dhol var aai jaavto, me road var, tu aayi gaal, me ghaalto choker
Chowk madhi dhingna, taakto gondhal, bhaau laa phone kar, kon hai sponsor?

Ho gaye the jhagde, ho gaya conquer, maar ke quarter, hood ki shotter
Chal raha offer, hip-hop proper, album drop kar, gaana pause kar
Tere paas Air Force, mere paas poori force, drip when I walk
Diss karta mereko, baap ko tu bhool gayla
Matlab tu behenchod, tere yahan ke baap gina, nikle, bro, 150

Main sunta Young Thug aur tu sunta Justin Bieber
808 aise daala, fatt gaye inke speaker
Pyaar agar karta toh fir sabke saamne kiss kar
Fame nahi mil raha, bole Stan ko mumma diss kar

(Kele) tumhein khud ko maaloom kya vishay, kya ni
Company on, gang of fuckers (P town baby, King)
O, King bhai, vataao in log ko
Yeh nikamme lawde, in log ka kya vishay (ayy)

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