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Dark Love

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Returned with an injured heart,
with a gun in my hand, I went to fall in love.
 
Black cars, Black routes
Black life, Black suit/outfit
The one who was famous for his dark life
was hunted by your bright colors
Used to kill people for money,
Saw you and fell in love with life. (*2)
 
The Black G-Wagon I used to roam in,
used for murders and the license plate is fake
used for illegal stuff
now i follow you around in it.
 
The one who used ride the city at nights,
now goes out fearlessly in broad daylight
Used to kill people for money,
saw you and fell in love with life. (*2)
 
Make my trips worth it,
say yes and give me relief
take this gun, don't say no
You shoot me, rather than the police (I'd rather die from your hands, than the police)
Who was nowhere in the records until this day,
that Sidhu moosewala is now your lover.
Used to kill people for money,
saw you and fell in love with life. (2*)
 
Blood on my face,
want to hide it in your embrace,
this dark world won't leave me,
I swear on you I want to.
 
I had an untrustworthy character,
But trusted you way too much
Used to kill people for money,
saw you and fell in love with life.
 

East Side Flow

Ghare beh ke, ghare beh ke
Mareya ni gallan
You know what it is!
Byg Byrd
 
Oh sikheya street’an chon
Kitaban vichon padheya ni
Tinka aukaat si
Pahaadan naal laddeya ni
Kehnde aa sikhar jehdi
Thaa utte oh khade aa
Jo khinchde aa lattan
Kehnde saddi siron chadheya ni
 
Start botton to kitta
Lahu dolke dihadi kitti
Apneya kayi mere naal
Vairiyan to maahdi kitti
Murre si namolshi par
Khinch ke main faadi kitti
Chhade sab dogle te
Haaran naal aadi kitte
 
Backbytran de dal hun
Bit bit chaak de ne
Sunn de ne gaane nale
Maahde mainu aakhde ne
Wadde tham chinta ch
Kade show talk ne
Kehnde bhutni gadaudi
Saadi kal de jawak ne
Haan iko time sareyan te
Boleya ae halla
 
Ghare beh ke, ghare beh ke
Mareya ni gallan x (3)
 
Samay te haalatan naal
Ladeya aa kalla
 
Ghare beh ke, ghare beh ke
Mareya ni gallan x (3)
 
Meri ae taraki na
Raas aayi kalakaran nu
Kujj vairi bane yaaran nu
Kujj pakkeyan pyaaran nu
 
Lagda tabaahi main
Dimag to aa bimaran nu
Kehnde munda eh wrong
Luti launde sarkaran nu
 

So High

Yeah Byg Byrd hot!
I'm a I'ma brown boy!
 
Even if u dont realise my authority
Eye like 12 gauge shotgun baby
Hits hearts straightaway
Fly past overhead
 
Your man has a high status (x3)
 
I keep nagging them dukki-tukki
Has dangerous life risking hobbies
Boys stand at the distance of a foot
I keep my Glock loaded
 
Courage is pumped along with blood
Low rider jumps on the road
Drives all the girls crazy
Fly past overhead
 
Your man has a high status (x3)
 
My name shines like the sun
I still keep silence on my face
But my success roars in the town
Our gang is on the top (x2)
 
Whom I'm friends with
Are all armed men with killer guns
Drop the niggas down from the top
Fly past overhead
 
Your man has a high status (x3)
 
Girl,I deal from Canada
I have rogue gangsta appeal
When i record four tracks in a month
Other stars feel bad and jealous (x2)
 
The copycat lyricists
Moose Wala (Singer) will rip them apart
They always wished for my worse
Fly past overhead
 
Your man has a high status (x3)
 
My eyes are killer and I rob hearts
My name echoes everywhere in the day and I remain awake at night
Where will one hit me I know even superfluous details
Where you stop thinking I start thinking from there