Текст песни Champions - Seedhe Maut feat. Rawal

Nahi chahiye koi hain kalle daitya (Rakshas)
Ye rapper nahi hain bhadwe smacky hain (Bhadwe)
Inke show pe peeche vocal chalte track ni hai? (Track chalre)
Aate live firr karte randi rone cranky hain
Jao peete desh bhar me dhindora bande champions
Aur merpe time ni hai (Time ni hai)
Bande mehenti hai (Mehnati hai)
Na pehne doosri baar ek kapda show pe fancy hain
Aur bandi sexy hai (Sexy hai)
Ek mota cheque bhi hai
Ha likhre vanity me gaana ladke
Thak chuka chup hoke whack launde bohot
Aagaye scene me ni sune ye naam mene, anh
Talli the launde jab bola tha peeche par
Aage jab mile to sorry bhaiya
Aur chode jo log abhi saath unhe pata ni aage jo hoga to unhi ka losss
Ye rapper hi karre the catch up hai
Pehle se malum hai merepe saari sauce
I don't give a fuck about you (Chal be lawde)
Jau chutti pe kathmandu
Sumdi me gaand faad du (Gaand faad)
Har chaal meri bad man move (Bad man)
Har saal tried to keep my cool
Abhi scene poora choosra hai khoon
Tabhi tera bhai kootra hai boom
Dono bhai tycoon, seekho rap byju dono bhai se
Karke diss lete hype ye bitch I don't know that shit hu uchaayi pe
Ladke likhre hain script do side pe
Ek aadhe gaane the laundo ke bhi
Drip ho to mere jaisi
Inn bacho pe karu me flex inki umar se zyada anghooti me heere, aanh
Sehwag aur gautam gambhir hain
Ja chod de Ma bolte zameer hain
Aadhe ye lodu badheer hain ye
Baatein karte lawde hustle ki par inke papa ameer hain
Goo kha pehle, teri bandi zyada geeli hoke
Lage aake badan pe hai loofah jaise
Aaye khoon kaano se sunu—
Are, are bhai, kaise karke maanega
Ruk ja, ruk ja, tham ja, saans le le
Maine kuch likha hai, sun ke bata
Kehene ko kafi karta quafir rap
Rappy rappy rap
Tha pehenta jabse baap ka blazer aur
Neeche bagy pants
Bandi bolti mic pe freak hu aur
Hu mai freak in bed
Tu khali hai shakal se lagta freak, bro thats freakin' bad
Yaha launde palre baap ki FD pe
Ghr ghrahasti me
Fir chede bandiya gali ke bhar, sasti masti me
Aur iski bhen ko jonsa taade
To ye hadd kaleshi hai
Pitega vo aur uska baap aur uska baap
Maza bhi mehengi masti hai
Ye bhoore nakhre hai
Bhoole bhatake, khoob hai Dhoop hai sar pe to chatakre hai
Khud me bajre, hun mai zoo me kyu mai
Yaha pe fachade hqi, Dilli ghoome tu mai
Aa dikhau mai tujhko Jamnapari truself
Beat aur chole kulche thoose
Ye mera kafir rap
Rappy rappy rap tha pehenta
Jabse baap ka blazer aur neeche baggy pants
Ya bandi boli mic pe freak hu, aur hu mai freak in bed
Tu khali hai shakal se lagta freak (Hain
Bro that's freaking bad
Hum launde itni tez ki tum launde se hum peeche (Hain, kya?)
Laps ka hai farak humaare beech mei (Yo)
Inki naav mei hai ched, mujhe saath leke kheeche
Par tatte rehte baawe mesha laude ke neeche
Merch teri gaandfaad, album chutiya
Mere hater ko bhi pta meri saari khoobiyaan
Gaand seeda maaru baawe kuch ni khoofiya
Kyunki it's my choice mai hun Neha Dhupiya
Shabd kantaap meri vibe hi bhootiya
Ball karun hard jaise bhaichung bhootiya
Ya phir shoib Akhtar, mera flow tapke jaise bruce Lee
Kitne laundo ne vibe meri choos li
Ab Karna chahte mere se dosti
Bol ke broski, mann mei Hera phiri isilye tu close nai
Khud ko shukriya, kia overdose nai
Maine dekhe bhot kaale din, bhot kaale dil
Sab se mai upar, naam mera Aladin
Ab naye ghar mei do skylight, Subah hai bhari pari
Roshni, raat ko mai taare gin ra
Ek bhi nai hai
Ye Dilli hai baawe, ye toh safe hi nai hai
Nas pe jo chada, mere pe break hi nai hai
Mere jaise nai hai do, kyunki ek hi sahi hai
Meri ex merese bhot time le ke gayi hai
Meri cheel ki udaan, usmei change hi nai hai
Launde bante versatile jinmei range hi nai hai
Dil se aati ni awaaz kyunki pain hi nai hai
Launde hatapai ki kyu karre baate?
Blondie ko bol camera on video kaatei
One on one aake tu karle phir park mei
Dost ko bhi lapaet lunga tere saath mei
Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh
Mujhe ni aati hai baatei samaj (Kaun bolra hai?)
Jo aati vo aadhe se zyaada hawa mei
Teri soch se zyaada chotte hum chaapte (Oh! Bitch)
Maa chudaye teri do kaudi ka flex
Meri bandi teri bandi se behtar I'm blessed
Tu ek samhaal mere do do biness
Jo bhi mai karta mai karta finess, bitch
Seedhe Maut, tera bhai, do hazaar taess (Yes sir)
Badsurat bachkaand rappero ke liye maut
Dilli, yes sir, ji haan
Jahan se aaya wahan se jao chalo