bl@ckbox - h raja lyrics
[intro]
raja
doing the most
trapstar life b
raami riddim
shout out all my bandeh
it’s the khana squad – we get the khana gone
[verse 1]
you already know we’re money makers
sixteen years deep and owe no favours
more time i come through like the peacemaker
but in silence i come through like the p’s maker
i want that mansion with a thousand acres
and a kitchen that’s hotboxed with crack vapour
i wrote these bars high as f-ck like a skyscr-per
i’m on the rise fast like speed racer
and i’m first to start beef with a neek traitor
more time i’m on a quest with a big laser
cut the crack with gillettes, that’s a big razor
soon on trial in the newspapers
i write these bars like i’m charles d-ckens
heard a opp got splashed, that’s good riddance
i’m the hardest paki in the whole scene
the ting comes bulky like protein
tonight i’m letting off shots like a vaccine
selling khana up and down the backstreets
my boy’s skidding in the whip, crazy taxi
the warehouse that i’m in ain’t wacky
harvey, i’m haraam like roast pork
if i see shaitaan i’m stabbing him with his pitchfork
had beef but it’s bless, splashed at pizza express
then pulled up at his address, took off his bhabhi’s dress
started having rough s-x, don’t play khel like chess
my bro’s on citizen’s arrest, he’ll be home in a sec
[hook]
return of the raja
equipped with the khana
on the rhodes like lana
someone fling me a dana
[verse 2]
i’m making money moves yaara
this is so much more than just a gaana
soon to blow up like pearl harbour
she ain’t letting off so i f-cked her friend harder
your girl’s nothing compared to my girl
she saw the khana, baby welcome to my world
c0ke slore faye, snorted more food than a buffet
nitties expecting handouts, go eat out my ashtray
i’m in control of what goes down
i’m with a group of kaaleh like motown
and we’re all cooking up food like chefs
heard he took a q so my bro got him cheffed
you already know that’s my life’s private
i’m a quiet guy yaara yeah i move in silence
until it’s time to start a f-cking riot
soon to blow up like a 9/11 pilot
[hook]
return of the raja
equipped with the khana
on the rhodes like lana
someone fling me a dana
return of the raja
gonna go out like a martyr
took her to miller & carter
now she’s covered in white sauce like tartar
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