Chalte Firte Song Lyrics - EMIWAY BANTAI | Swaalina

 EMIWAY - Chalte Firte

[Chorus]

She think that i'm a baddie

But i'm pretty decent

Ek hi baar kiya party uske baad

She wanna spend the weekend

Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]

Chalte firte sadko pe machate raho

Apli public deti traas toh sambhaal ke raho, khaaste raho

Maamla gambhir toh fir naachte raho (ayy), saas lelo (ayy)

Kyunki rap yaha fast se slow

Apni boli sau ki nahi apni boli sava lakh crore

Shoutout to Marshal Mathers & 2Pac

Bhaukne wale bhokte rahenge let them bark

Sapne dekhna (ah!) shuru karo jab khulti aankh

[Chorus]

She think that i'm a baddie

But i'm pretty decent

Ek hi baar kiya party uske baad

She wanna spend the weekend

Ayy

[Verse 2]

Chalta mai tu chalte reh

Fatke khayega bhalte mai

Agar teri harkat mai barkat hogi toh fir gardi mai

Dabada lenge (dabada lenge) chabada le

Chaba, chaba, jaba, jaba gunga bhi bole

Abba, jabba, dabba khole toh tola mila

Tere jaise aibash shaane mujhe bole gola khila tereko maich mila? (haan)

Tere nagri ke basti mai churan dena band kar

Mai nahi baitha masti mai ginti meri ghasti mai

[Chorus]

She think that i'm a baddie (she think that i'm a baddie)

But i'm pretty decent (but i'm pretty decent)

Ek hi baar kiya party uske baad (aye, aye)

She wanna spend the weekend

Ayy

[Verse 3]

Billa scene hone laga teenage ke age mai

Ghar waale chahte ki beta aave front page pe

Newspaper ke

Par beta baitha paper chodke theater mai

Kisi ne cheda agli ko toh padh jaata wo matter mai

Bulavega 10-20 bande fight 'em fight

Padgaye dande lag gaye fande faasi ke

Chillam saafi ghaasi ke

Pyaar ke sab aashiq ke

Item sab jara sikhe

Hum bhi yaha aashiq hai

[Chorus]

She think that i'm a baddie (She think that i'm a baddie)

But i'm pretty decent (But i'm pretty decent)

Ek hi baar kiya party uske baad

She wanna spend the weekend

Haha

[Verse 4]

Jiske paas hai nothing (nothing)

Wahi deta dhating (chal aye)

Bhai tera beech mai se sab ki lera cutting, aur watting

Boring zone mai rukte nahi (nahi, nahi)

Seedha mass lete kaat ke

Yaha kutte jaise bhokte nahi

Rok ke nahi rakha andar ka kroodh

Gaane mai shot dete pen ke nirodh (haha)

Fir bhi baap bane sabke ab bhargayele godd

Mumbai ki boli faila daale

Aaj kamarele boht

[Chorus]

She think that i'm a baddie

But i'm pretty decent

Ek hi baar kiya party uske baad

She wanna spend the weekend

Ayy