Sprint

J. B. on the track, bitch I'm a gullalajor, jitho taq laa Saq daani jat, pire berya You don't even do the kata-kada You turn the tables, you talk to the sherry I don't even get to party, I'm a jid bhaji I don't even show the dogs, I'm a nadeke I'm a hunter, I'm a ghidya I don't even know the taste of honey, I'm a chatke You're a thug, you're a rat, you're a rat You're a bird, you're a fly, you're a rat You're a mar-super-int, you're a game-dan You stand in front of the camera You tell me, if you can't get it, it's your turn You're a very good fighter, he's dada-dada-dada He's a lucky guy, he's a top-level guy My head Never understand anywhere When were muita I lift my hand When she started Koi MS mighty I'm a mar-super-int game, I'm a dhant, I'm a rag, I'm a kade If you say all this, I'll get a lot of money I don't care if you're a rich or a poor, I don't care if you're a poor My dreams can't go with a chirior on, my eyes cannot see No one's hurt, you won't succeed, I've tried to afford it Many loots and holes have ruined me so many times And my beloved Tekane steam my life, my Denver ridden By the rules of mar-super-int game, egg is mad I don't play games on Mars, I just stand there If you say all this, I'll get a good one