Lyrics: Puneet Sharma/Bishwadeb Bhaumik
Music: Bishwadev Bhaumik
Mere guitaar pe, kayi udhaar hai
Chillum Villum Jalaa Chodna Kamini Hai Economy.
Nashe ki tune pe sabhi yaha Udein
kya wisckiyo ki taxio me yaatri milenge humko aur bhi
Chaand ke kareeb gaye,
Mili mujhe waha pe sexy Astrounat,
kara jo pyaar usko bolne lagi,
main tere bachche ki hoon maa tu uska baap.
wtf, wtf
Yeh Na Hai London, Yeh Na Hai Paris
Yeh Na New York State Miya.
Yaha protection,
bada zaroori
Padegi bhaari warna Mastiyaan
Baap banta hai, Banne de Saala,
ooo ooo
Hai phada jeans jab, bane hai prince tab
Laga ke break bike pe ghumaaya bandiyo ko raat bar
Hamaari jeb ki, buri hain aadatein
baha rahi hai paisa ye kamini oonche oonche brands par?
Mere To Pankh Nikalne Lage,
Main Jaa Raha Hoon Mexico City.
Waha Ke Pattiyo Ke Khet Mein Mujhe
Milenge CIA Ke Babaji.
WTF WTF WTF
Udaa paa paba paa, khada tha main bus stop pe,
kisi ne jo jalaayi ciggrrette , Samaa Bhara Tha Smoke Se
No smoking zone tha main sala bore tha
shuru kiya maine lecture
Tumhi se yeh sheher dhuan dhuan sa hai
Tumhise hota hai cancer
Smoke Udta Hai Udne De Saala
Papa ra pa para Pa Para Para
paparappa
WTF..
Yeh Na Hai London, Yeh Na Hai Paris
Yeh Na New York State Miya.
Yaha hawa Hi dhuan dhuan sa hai,
Khadi hai charo or chimniyaa
smoke udta hai, udne de sala.