Risky lyrics by Mylo UK feat. Kkalas
Chorus: Mylo & Kkalas
This year, I’m standing on business, suit and tie
Still come fuck up your day with some Luger nines
Big bells flying at your head tops
I’m coming with a butcher knife, anything will get chopped
Baby, I have a tendency to crash out
Bag of gun smoke in the air, make you pass out
Never make trouble but I’m always where the trouble’s at
Know my dargs bite, they ain’t even got a muzzle akh
Verse 1: Mylo & Kkalas
Badmash banan deyos jerala main porsa
Goli maari tha main isni jaan kadi shor sa
They ask me how I am, I tell ‘em „Wroraa khe yem
Marg kho me nizde da tol ba yo aw zе ba ne yem”
Apni zubaan koni achni tha ka phir bachsi
Usni kudi meri gaanе lai lai te nachni
Taw pe tor kafan ke pe qaber ke spere yem
Only time I’ll be in peace, se qaber ke wide yem
I’m a son of a gun, tell ‘em „Luna par char”
Apni be ki puchi kin, they ain’t done what I done
I ain’t ever been the type to beg man to glide
Kala gaddi vich main jasan and let bullets fly
Ze pe street ze pe beef ze pe trap yem
Ze pe heat ze pe P’s and with straps yem
I’m on the roads with my knife so relax yem
And they see me in the flesh, say „Ze tapped yem”
Chorus: Mylo & Kkalas
This year, I’m standing on business, suit and tie
Still come fuck up your day with some Luger nines
Big bells flying at your head tops
I’m coming with a butcher knife, anything will get chopped
Baby, I have a tendency to crash out
Bag of gun smoke in the air, make you pass out
Never make trouble but I’m always where the trouble’s at
Know my dargs bite, they ain’t even got a muzzle akh
Verse 2: Mylo & Kkalas
What’s good Mylo? Bachesh, I need some danah
Gotta get the belly, let’s go and get khazana
The curse of the khana, we steady flying birds
I know some new cats with dubbeh of that dirt
I don’t trust no one, kharaba da zamana
I’m sure the price is dead, kuse sher wayi le zana
If they ain’t paying homage then I’m jacking ‘em
I’m a zaalim, I don’t care who’s backing ‘em
Trapping or robbing, gang is on kabza
Me and the chows love breaking the dubba
Hit all the shots from athees to adhas
Feeding the cats chitta and gandha
I push heavy and I don’t even lift weight
The gang must have dropped more bodies than a mixtape
So anytime it’s murder round here then we get blamed
Don’t ever come round here with a big chain
Chorus: Mylo & Kkalas
This year, I’m standing on business, suit and tie
Still come fuck up your day with some Luger nines
Big bells flying at your head tops
I’m coming with a butcher knife, anything will get chopped
Baby, I have a tendency to crash out
Bag of gun smoke in the air, make you pass out
Never make trouble but I’m always where the trouble’s at
Know my dargs bite, they ain’t even got a muzzle akh
