Kr L$da Sign - Emiway Lyrics

were also penned by Emiway and music produced by Saint Cardona. The Latest Song KR L$DA SIGN Video was directed by Happy.

Singer Emiway
Music Saint Cardona
Song Writer Emiway


Kr L$da Sign - Emiway Lyrics


Lehro se kaare the baatein
Ab hogi tsunami se
Nam hain bantai ka chote
Tabhi toh yeh chalre mere badnaami se
Hahahaha
Beta, papa aa gaye wapas
Daddy’s home
Yess beta aagaya main wapas na
Thoda baahar gaya tha kam se (papa, papa)
Awaaz kamm karo beta
Zara pappa bolenge abhi pappa ki baari hain na
Udhar betho chup-chaap (hnh-hahaha)

Fans se bulata hain tu fu*k emiway
Manifest huya, kiya tujhe, fu*k emiway
Aaya p*lne ko tujhe beta din raat
Fans tere bolenge, ab bas emiway

Fans se bulata hain tu fu*k emiway
Manifest huya, kiya tujhe, fu*k emiway
Aaya p*lne ko tujhe beta din raat
Fans tere bolenge, ab bas emiway

Tu aur tera gang thasne laga hain cold
Vibe wala rapper abhi hasne laga hain (haha)
Main hun aladdin, poora kara tera dream
Jabse tu chiraag mera gassne laga hain

Kara maine kaam itne sal bina neend
Le diya tujhe diss, pura kiya tera dream
Bana neem iss gaane me kadwa
Gangster ki acting kareela yeh bhadwa
Gudwa l*nd pakad ke latke jara
La*de ke kaafi samay se tu bajte jara
Bachke jaayega kaise bol, namaste bhaijaan
Saanp hunn main haddiyan todega tera phyton
Mic on, madarch*d saale hain kaun?
Collab kiya, diss kiya, tabhi bana pehchaan (no cap)
Bejaan tere gaane mere bina
Yeh gaane ki bhi zarurat nahi thi
Pehle se hun winner (maa kasam)
Diss game me hum baithele bap
Haan breakfast aur lunch khatam
Khaaunga main dinner (og)
Breakfast matlab chote pehla beef (dum hain)
Lunch khatam kiya dusre me bhi jeet (no loss)
Dinner karunga, tu dinner nahi hain saale
Tu dessert hain meethe, pehle khaaunga main sweet (pinky)
Gaali deta kyunki bantai hain street
Beta mumbai ke sadko pe that’s how it is (loda sign)
Say my name, say my name
Le ga*d me daal, tere laaya bantai ne diss



Fans se bulata hain tu fu*k emiway
Manifest huya, kiya tujhe, fu*k emiway
Aaya p*lne ko tujhe beta din raat
Fans tere bolenge, ab bas emiway

Fans se bulata hain tu fu*k emiway
Manifest huya, kiya tujhe, fu*k emiway
Aaya p*lne ko tujhe beta din raat
Fans tere bolenge, ab bas emiway



Tu aur tera gang thasne laga hain cold
Vibe wala rapper abhi hasne laga hain (haha)
Main hun aladdin, poora kara tera dream
Jabse tu chiraag mera gassne laga hain

Ainda se jaana nahi bandi pe tu
Ye baat bhul mat niklela kisi bandi se tu
Sahi bola mere bandi ke baare me
Kaafi zyada pink teri mummy ki ssshhh
Awwh, pinky boht sad hai (sad hain)
Bhul gaya tera bantai hi dad hain (papa)
Yaad rakh beta family pe gaya toh
Harami hai chokra banda boht bad hain (haa harami hun)
Cold vibe baithi thandi me tu
Sabko maloom hai shhhhh, hnhaaa
Kitna time lagega be boora bolne me
Kharab karoon izzat teri mummy ki kyun
Galti maa ki nahi jhaatu aulaad ki hai
Delhi ka nam tere jaise logo ne barbad ki hain
Raakhi zara gor toh farma
Kaisi baatein karri artist, teri tu khud bhi janti hain
Lekin nai braa yahi sikhayega
Dusro ke bandiyo ke baare me bulwayega
Apne artist se buri-buri chize
Marta hain biwi ko tu kya sikhayega (facts)
Limit me reh warna munh khul jayega
Ghajini hain shot beta sab bhool jayega
Dunga gaaliyan bhagega jaise malya
Main jaise india bhidne phir se nahi aayega (chaal aye)
Chote come out to play
Har raat ko bolta hun main mere lund ko (sahi baat hain)
Chote kaun hai sabko maloom
Raa, matlab mera l*nd woh
Khada beta scene me main chawde se
Tu kaarigar maa kasam khadda khode faude se
Lode yeh, lode woh, kya karu shakal teri milti hai lode se (chinal)
Saare facts jab attack karoon tujhe
Biggest independent rapper bulate hain mujhe
Pandrah saal se tu karra hain kam
Jabse diss kiya mujhe, tabse jante hain tujhe (awww)
Kurbaani teri baatungs gosh
Tere meethe hain, mere boht haraami hain dost (seedha shot)
Tujhe dekhke raand, chinaal
Chamiya se aage meri badti nahi soch (anhnhnh)
Rap god hun main, main hi rap devil
Chattani patthar, tu j*aat bhaar ka pebble
Tu kar sakta copy, mera flow, mera style
Mera video ka vibe, not my level
Maalik karta hain mera
Dekh baal be ukhaad bhi nahi payega tu mera ek baal
Agar chalta rahega aisa chaal
Sahi baat bola stage pe tu khatam hain yeh saal
Itna soft kaun banata beta diss
Bhaari diss banane ka toh lo pappa se tips
Only fans pe milenge tere thukai ke clips
Sirf saadhe saat minute ka hain solar eclipse
Kaun rokega roshni ko?
Aur pandrah saal mere tak pohcheneko
Itna bachkana gana kaun daalta hain
Aur thoda time leta sochne ko
Harayega mujhe tu yeh sirf kahawat hain
Public ko maloom ki bantai full aafat hain
Aath ki jagah pe nau dikhaya be
Extra ungli karne ki tujhe beta aadat hain
Beta bap tera wapa pe tu yahan par ho
Line chori karte ho, tum kaise rapper ho
Pinky bolti hain real in the scene
Mujhe nahi lagta tum asli rapper ho (karare khao)
Iske baad tum chain se so na paao
Le jhand hai re tu aur bantai hain legend
Rasta nahi mere aage, main hunn tera dead and
Jannati soch isiliye life mera heaven
Cr- kamara main cr7
Ballin neymaar messy hain life
Teri zindagi hain bakaar
Honestly bolta hoon honest hi nahi hain tu
Gaane me tere haan banda tu beiman
Main mere pantar studio me aaj bhi din-raat kam kare jamkar
Dhape mera flow, kehta nakalchi bandar
Silver back tu hain whack



Bantai lion of the jungle (roar sound)
Shukar karoon, hum maar nahi khaare
Beta saamne toh aa teri gaand nahi mare
Mere pantar asaal me lagadenge langar
Lafde ki baat maat kar 34 ke uncle
Bana main ameer, kaan sunne tarse gaand mere dangal
Khushti yeh sochke main gaya out of sampark
Bol bacchan shaanpatti, chamiya zara kam kar
Rakhi nachaari aur tu uske l*nd par
Puncture, dekh mera manzaar
Suraj hain bantai, tu aas paas bhatrela mangal aur chand
Phir se marwaayegi yeh raand, automatic khulega tang
Beech me se niklega lamb
Anaconda, rap gunda, bad munda
Choose l*de baby jaise yeh hain aloo ka pakoda
Tu hain pu*siyon ki rani, main hoon karodo ka raja
Bina diss kiye, poke kiye, gana zara dal
Bina promotion youtube pe video nikal
Phir dekhta hunn hype tera
Kabhi nai dead hoga hype mera (kabhi nai)
Sab organic, don’t panic
Independent number one rapper iss desh ka (hakikat)
Khaali hawa bharela tu, packet hain lays ka
Apan hain rupya, tu dollar videsh ka
Boht try beta, main nahi teri gang karri
Phir bhi hara nahi paare
Underground dafnaya dollar ko
Kharcha dene pablo iskobar nikale
Divine ne milaya tujhe show ke bad
Tujhe support kiya main dhokebaaz
Tune pucha tha bhai sath banate hain
Log jane lage tujhe uske baad
Kaafi mahina pagaya main busy tha
Phir bhi gaana banaya main iske sath
Aaj bolti hain pinky main rapper nahi
Be pablo hoon got only golden bars
Tune diss kiya kyun main bola
India ko kara main akela represent
Independent kara hoon kam koyi shaq
Teri tarah nahi hunn be main depend
Tu kar pretend, main janta hoon
Giraftaar se huya nai lene aaya tu revenge
Undefeated rahunga zindagi bhaar
Khabib main gregor tu tera end
Ab tu bolega braa, bhaiya ne bantai ko
Shuruwaat me kiya support
Phir kahe ko raftaar ne bantai ko diss kiya
Asliyaat jaan mere dost
Jab khuleam bola main paisa kamara nahi
Dil me laga mere choth
Main sign nai hua toh market me value
Girane ka plan tha yeh dost (jaanle)
Dubai me baithke kara tha bakch*di
Location antop-hill kar tera map on
Pu**y ke andar ka tampon
Ukhaad bhi nai paayega even if you put your cap on

Kuch bade log ke jaise baat kar bachkaane, chamiya (haha)
Topi pehnega toh danger ho jayega
Abey kele paav
Fair n lovely
Tu kya topi pehnegi
Teko toh woh log topa pina diyele lala
Same my name, say my name ya
Le jashan bana, aaj se tu kr dollar sign nahi
Aaj se kr loda sign
Maloom hain na! (haha)
Tu teri gang sab ek sath aa jao lala
Phir bhi bantai ka kuch ukhad nahi paoge kya
Kr l$da sign
Mere andve ke shakal ke
Teaser hain yeh?
Lekin teri picture meihich banunga (hahaha)
Filal khatam karte karte isko
Thode line dena aur pasand karunga
Suno



Tu basement hain, apan hain rooftop
Khanna se leta har raat ko tu b**b job
Kalamkaar ko tu bana dala beta deathrow
Khareed lunga poora label, beta main hoon snoop dogg
Fair-n-lovely hain tu (aye chickne)
34 ki lagti par kauli hain tu
Kalamkaar gharane ki nauri hain tu
Phir bhi bantai ke kele ke liye howri hain tu (huuh)
Kaahe ka goat
Gala tu phaad, nahi banega pop (raa)
Milega shot, ragadle g*nd, nahi milega spot
Dekh ke haasa main boht
Yeh lagaya bots, sab hogayele caught jama
Bole ye saza-e-maut
Apna dil bada dekh teri sajaye maut
Limelight chahiye, aas paas bhatakra hain
Red alert bantai tere liye khatra hain
Primary kids ye chaddi me aare
Aye nandu tera nada latakra hain
Beef karna hain mummy se puch
Kha jaunga career, bachega nahi kuch
Liya ghar gaadi heera
Meri mummy hain khush
Tujhe paida karke maa teri pachtaari khud (so sad)
Raftaar hi khud gayab hain, tu kaun sa nayab hain
Tere bhaiya ka revolution ab tak nahi
Aaya par bantai ne laya be (yaa)
Main mere fans jane, main hoon revolution
Diss karna chahre uncle, rappers lelo tution (yo)
Galat jagah ghusa ab bhi waqt le le tu u turn
Career tera girta dekhunga, main jaise newton (fall off)
Hoga career tabah (fall off)
Le aa poori sabha (fall off)
Mere gaane me metaphors aur reference aur emotions vibe hain
Zindagi hard thi, kiya survive main
Music ke zariye se diya dawai main
Public ko maloom, main karta tabahi main
Delhi ka gudwa tu, mumbai ka bhai main
Chahiye bars ise jaise yeh hain suge night
Mid night pel dala chamiya, chaal good night
Bas ho gaya bhai, bas ho gaya

Bus naake pe, rail faate pe
Aur pinky tu mere (hahaha)

Fans se bulata hai tu fu*k emiway
Manifest huya, kiya tujhe, fu*k emiway
Aaya p*lne ko tujhe beta din raat
Fans tere bolenge, ab bas emiway

Fans se bulata hai tu fu*k emiway
Manifest huya, kiya tujhe, fu*k emiway
Aaya p*lne ko tujhe beta din raat
Fans tere bolenge, ab bas emiway

Tu aur tera gang thasne laga hain cold
Vibe wala rapper abhi hasne laga hain (haha)
Main hoon aladdin, poora kara tera dream
Jabse tu chiraag mera gassne laga hain

Ghaste reh, pinky bhadwi (haha)



Written By :
Emiway