ओ छम्मो ओ छम्मो ओ छम्मो ओ छम्मो ओ छम्मो चाँद आधा है हाँ रात आधी है ओये होये ओये हाय चाँद आधा है हाँ रात आधी है तेरे मेरे दिल की हाँ बात आधी है हो आजा कर ले जान मुलाक़ात आधी है छम्मो कहाँ तू छम्मो कहाँ तू छम्मो कहाँ तू मुझे छोड़ के चली है छम्मो कहाँ तू मुझे छोड़ के चली है छम्मो कहाँ तू मुझे छोड़ के चली है छम्मो कहाँ तू मुझे छोड़ के चली है ओ छम्मो ओ छम्मो इश्क़ लागे नागिन तो डंक सैयां रे ओ सैय्यां, ओ सैय्यां, ओ सैय्यां सैय्यां रे इश्क़ लागे नागिन तो डंक सैयां रे अंग अंग टूटे तू छोड़ बैयां रे इश्क़ मेरा जज़्बाती होये हम हैं जन्मों के साथी होय जैसे दीपक संग बाती साथ रहना तेरे राती हो तेरे मेरे ख़्बाबों की बरसात आधी है हो हो हो हो.. छम्मो कहाँ तू, छम्मो कहाँ तू है छम्मो कहाँ तू मुझे छोड़ के चली है छम्मो कहाँ तू मुझे छोड़ के चली है छम्मो कहाँ तू मुझे छोड़ के चली है छम्मो कहाँ तू मुझे छोड़ के ओ छम्मो ओ छम्मो ओ छम्मो ओ छम्मो तन में जुदाई की आग जली रे जली रे जली रे जली रे हो हो तन में जुदाई की आग जली रे प्रीत मोहे ले आई प्रेम गली रे सही ना जाय दूरी होय अब तो दे दे मंजूरी होय कर दे यह चाहत पूरी अब तो मिलना है जरुरी हाँ तेरे मेरे प्यार की बारात आधी है हो हो हो हो.. छम्मो कहाँ तू, छम्मो कहाँ तू है छम्मो कहाँ तू मुझे छोड़ के चली है छम्मो कहाँ तू मुझे छोड़ के चली है छम्मो कहाँ तू मुझे छोड़ के चली है छम्मो कहाँ तू मुझे छोड़ के ओ छम्मो ओ छम्मो ओ छम्मो ओ छम्मो ओ छम्मो

Tenu itna main pyaar karaan

Ik pal vich 100 baar karaan
Tu jaave je mainu chadd ke
Maut da intezaar karaan
Ke tere liye duniya chhod di hai
Tujhpe hi saass aake rukey
Main tujhko kitna chaahata hoon
Ye tu kabhi Soch na sake
Kuchh bhi nahin hai yeh jahan
Tu hai to hai ismein zindagi
Ab mujhko jaana hai kahaan
Ke tu hi safar hai akhri
Ke tere bina jeena mumkin nahin
Na dena kabhi mujhko tu fasle
Main tujhko kitna chaahati hoon
Yeh tu kabhi soch na sake
Tere liye duniya chhod di hai
Tujhpe hi saass aake rukey
Main tujhko kitna chaahata hoon
Ye tu kabhi soch na sake

Soch Na Sake Lyrics

Logic - Homicide (Lyrics) Ft. Eminem

[Intro: Smokey Legendary, Logic & Both]
Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
Why, Dad?
Because you came out of my balls, nigga
Hahahahahaha
(Roof!)
[Chorus: Logic]
Fuck rap
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies
[Verse 1: Logic]
I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about
And I dare you to test me
'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me
And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration
But I'm full of innovation
And I'm tired of all of this high school "He's cool, he's not" rap shit
Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit
No, this ain't a diss to the game, this a gas to the flame
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame
Like a moth to the flame, I'ma reel 'em in and kill 'em
Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself
Mass murder like this can't be good for my health
When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?
Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit
Yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?
Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit

[Chorus: Logic]
Fuck rap
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady
[Verse 2: Logic]
There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide
Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die
We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide
I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes
No, we ain't fuckin' with that
Yeah, there's a time and a place
But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps
Callin' yourself the greatest alive
Then you don't deserve to do that
No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that
You gon' get smacked
You gon' make Bobby attack
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)
[Chorus: Logic]
Fuck rap
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything
Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover
Your body goes limp and slumps over
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Hol' up, I said "Rover" because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
But I roll over my opponents instead
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
I'll go slow for the speds
But when I go (Roof!) like the Dobermann said
I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha)
Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit
With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw
Figured it was about time for people to eat crow
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes
From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T
Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though
'Cause MCs know
But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts
Your shit is ass like a tailbone
Or you're trapped in your cell phone
Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
I don't wanna fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still
Now money's not a big deal
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'
Big bills like a platypus
A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis
I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'
Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate
Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin
And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again
A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap
I sound like a fuckin' millionaire
With a Derringer with a hair trigger
'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper
Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct
I'm about to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it
I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket
Abraca-fuckin'-dabra
The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it
What? Dracula, fuck that shit
I'm up, back with a thud
Man, stop
[Outro: Chris D'Elia]
Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to
Do all this while ya panickin'
And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins
And I'm goin' to Fanagans
Trying to get up a plan against
All of the blana-kazana-ka-fam-bam-bannigans
While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana
You're in a cab-
I'm in a cabana and a Janet
I'm in a cabana chantin' all this standup banter
While you don't got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina
You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford
And I'm in a Porsche on the floorboards
While I'm world tourin'
You usin' way too many napkins, papkins
Lapkins and chapki-
You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin'
Flappin' around like a bapkin'
Flamminababbitapannitajampkin
Dammit, a can of pada-

A Flying Jatt Lyrics There you go in the air with Flying Jatt’s title track. It is sung by Raftaar, Mansheel Gujaral and Tanishkaa. The song has music by Remo’s favourite composers Sachin & Jigar and lyrics are penned by Vayu & Raftaar.
Singers: Raftaar, Mansheel Gujral & Tanishkaa
Lyrics: Vayu & Raftaar
Music: Sachin-Jigar
Music Label: Zee Music Company)

Ho aa gaye J A T TMaaro saaro seetiGabru aine sohnePiche Tina Sweety PrettyJATT phir se maaro seetiSadne waale sad’de reh gayeAssi duniya jeeti
Pagg peg swag setPagg peg swag set
Ho aa gaye JATTMaaro saare seetiSadne waale sad’de reh gayeAssi duniya jeeti
Yaara da yaar sadda yaara…Pagg peg swag setKarda veriyan da khilara…Pagg peg swag set
Yaara da yaar sadda yaaraVeriyan da khilaraPhir jatt be like a gangster gangsterGaddi kaali nu leke daudeSheeshe thalle haule haulePhir jatt be like a gangster gangster
Shera di nishaniya de naal taur vePagg peg swag sab to unchi roar veVe yaar sadda jatt jatt jatt veVe unchi sadi vatt vatt vatt veYaar sadda jatt jatt jatt veVe unchi sadi vatt vatt vatt vatt ve
Aajao aajao saarePagg peg swag setPagg peg swag setAa jao aa jao saare
Raftaar se tode naaka (haanji!)Jaanta poora ilaka (haanji!)Club jaake peg maareKudiya nu check maareDaily niya siyaapa (haanji!)
Buri nazar ni rakhda (haanji!)Kudi sabar ni rakhda (haanji!)Galat kam jehda kardaOhde naal lad’daKade ni chhad da (naa ji!)
Duniya dekhe khadi khadiBotal peeta badi badiBatman to vi ghaint manHega Superman da chadi buddy
High in the sky, karta flyUdta jaye, mummy bulayeHath na aaye, karda duron bye bye
Velly na karda ae gallan (flying jatt)Hai sab pe bhari dekho kallaPagg peg swag setHey velly karda na ae gallanAe sab pe bhari kallaPhir jatt be like a gangster gangster
Je ohde agge koi boleTe swag ohda tolePhir jatt be like a gangster gangster
Shera di nishaniya de nale taur vePagg peg swag sab to unchi roar veVe yaar sadda jatt jatt jatt jatt jatt jatt ve
Ve unchi sadi vatt vatt vatt vatt veYaar sadda jatt jatt jatt jatt jatt veVe unchi sadi vatt vatt vatt vatt vatt ve
Flying jatt mera BFF haiAur ikloti main uski GF hoon (samjhi?)Uspe na daalo nazar kudiyonMain to uske liye possessive hoon
Papa kehnde jaatePind ke khas meinVIP first class meinJatt door rehta aas paas mainAye sun ek small lassi ke glass mein
Sun, aapan high hai toh aur Hi-Fi hainSun, dil saaf hai ji koi na burai haiSun, banda sweet hai toh yaar hai to bhai haiNahi te dhayn dhayn…
Jaise ander waise bahar koi fake nahi (haan!)Saaf character mistake nahi (haan!)Idhar dekh baby dayein bayein dekh nahiKyuki bonnet mein rocket haiaur gadi mein brake nahi
Chhati hai chaudi seene mein dare haiSaddi akhan vich agg aur dil mein care haiMaine kiya wohi jo bhi sach hai fair haiKyuki jo bhi kuch paya sab Rabb di meher hai
Shera di nishaniya de naal taur vePagg peg swag sab to unchi roar veVe yaar sadda jatt jatt jatt jatt jatt jatt ve
Ve unchi sadi watt watt watt watt veYaar sadda jatt jatt jatt jatt jatt veVe unchi sadi watt watt watt watt watt ve
Aajao aajao saarePagg peg swag setPagg peg swag setPagg peg swag setAajao aajao saarePagg peg swag setPagg peg swag setPagg peg swag setPagg peg swag setAajao aajao saare
Shera di nishaniya de nale taur vePagg peg saag sab to unchi roar ve)

Horn Blow Harrdy Sandhu

Kati fati jean paake
Brown Ray-Ban laake
Gali teri gedi maare
Woofer chala ke (x2)
Tu ta takdi vi nahi (takdi vi nahi)
Nigah rakhdi vi nahi (rakhdi vi nahi)
Tu ta takdi vi nahi
Nigah rakhdi vi nahi
Navi gaddi tenu show karda
Oh mudd ke tan vekh soniye
Munda horn blow karda
Oh mudd ke tan vekh soniye
Munda horn blow karda
Ni hawa ‘ch udaave gaddi nu
Tainu vekh ke slow karda
Kati fati jean paake
Brown Ray-Ban laake
Gali teri gedi maare
Woofer chala ke (x2)
Tu taan manndi ni marjaniye
Main tan ghare tenu
Apna jeha keh leya
Meri mummy ne tere vaaste
Ajj balliye ni red chura lai leya
Mera daddy paise wala
Dress sone di sawala
Note tere ton throw karda
Oh mudd ke taan vekh soniye
Munda hornn blow karda
Oh mudd ke taan vekh soniye
Munda hornn blow karda
Ni hawa ‘ch udaave gaddi nu
Tenu vekh ke slow karda
Kati fati jean paake
Horn blow karda
Brown Ray-Ban laake
Vekh ke slow karda
Ni main sab kujh soch rakheya
Main tere naal ghuman te than vi soch laye
Gall sirre di main tainu dass daan
Main tere mere bacheyan de naa vi soch laye
Main taan ghuman tere pichhe
Jehdiyan ne mere pichhe
Jaani sariyan nu no karda
Oh mudd ke taan vekh soniye
Munda hornn blow karda
Oh mudd ke taan vekh soniye
Munda hornn blow karda
Ni hawa ‘ch udaave gaddi nu
Tainu vekh ke slow karda