Aye, aye, aye, aye Aye, aye, aye, aye Pass me the aux cord Don't you hit no fast foward I've been doing this since Two-thousand-and-four Six then, sick now The fig that they bit out The pit that they spit out I piss with my dick out Tell 'em boys simmer down Keep it under limit now Aage dekh, nakabandi Told me, roll the windows down I just turn the speaker louder I am fuckin' Adi Lodha Told me turn my ID over Took a sip of icy cola Started revolving that fire Yaha koi Aarti nahi Rolling up a fat bitch Yaha koi Aunty nahi Let me go, no questions asked Sau rupai ka fine bhi nahi Mera baap kaun Tyala maiti nai Aye, aye Main bola naashte mein bun-chai Raatko mutton fry Baap se na lad Mere haath mein hai dum bhai Neeche bantai Tooka-fooka bhand high Scene ko salaam deta Kasakai Mumbai Phone baja mere baaju Baje raat ka teen Call uthaya Adi bola Hua naake pe scene Bhand baithe bande chaar Karna naakabandi paar Bakde andi mandi shandi patti Deke kalti maar Foreign maal, gauthi nahi Fine kata pauti nahi Baara sau ka fatka mama Santro aaya, Audi nahi Akad meri jayegi nahi ID lena bhai ki nai Mere bhai kaun hai Yala maiti nai