DESPERADO'S...Part-1(Intro)
Fukkin hawt sh***t...ready ter blow ya ears n getchu dancin..Ma crew's pen track..All sh***t by me...Aintno mofukkaz stoppin uzz!!!
Sis an introduction to a whole new culture uf livin life...Da Nawaabian Culture...Hailin frm da Northern Indian streets...da culture has almost lost it's definition...M in ter let ppl know it!!!!!
! Aarjay !
Story behind the song
Fukkin hawt shitt...ready ter blow ya ears n getchu dancin..Ma crew's pen track..All shitt by me...Aintno mofukkaz stoppin uzz!!!
Lyrics
>>>Whole Thingy By Aarjay<<<
Chorusx2
If u want frm deperados, it b on ma fust place,
Gonna loose lik shittn u know dat bitch face,
Da truth u trynna hide soon gonna cum back,
Da fcat datchu lack lyrical back. Gonna hit u sack!
Verse-I
I pull ya ass fo da job datchu nevah evah had,
Hypocrite hit it right Lyke m gonna crack,
Whack lik da shitt’s gonna capture ya sense,
No fence no defence u ma call up ya frnc,
Ninety Nine percent ppl killd ryt throo our lyrics,
Trynna hold ma words so they don hit da critics,
Buh they do and I c them motherfukkers fall back fall back,
Lik a trip dat I laid, n they all fell innit,
Lika game dat I planned n u nevah feelin it,
IRB n them bitches tight holdin ya casket,
Betah bow ter our feet, Befo its gets drastic,
Befo we start killin u motherfukkin rascals,
Feed u vid rat kills, Lawlfull lik Pasacal’s,
Demolishin ya castles, Chokin out ya nasals,
U aint got no choices, Ua int got no one,
Only thing datchu got is to hide n to run,
Verse-II
Bettah trynna lay respects n get-in return,
Or da match sticks, N we ready to burn,
Roast u lik chikens in da fukkin hot grills,
Motherfukka trynna fukk around me chillz,,
Desperate so we spray deadly lines in da day,
Throo da night to da morning u betta start pray,
Go ter ya gods, N let them know we dawgs,
Hav started patrolling vid them lyrical fukks,
Fragile ya sense so they drop to break,
Apologies r given fo da humanship sake,
Bettah hold on ter ya balls, Or even we know cricket,
If we hav a gud side dayemn we hav a wicked,
Lik a virul or infection we jus spreadin throo da masses,
Guns money G’s hoes n them fukky asses,
Fortitude Gratitude nevah heard these words,
N Peace fo all nevah evah word this verse,
Getcha ya own philosophies get ya own buzz…
