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reesh & neptun3 - #sitar lyrics

[intro:]
(y+y+you)

[chorus:]
pop+pop out with that fire, now he finna see sitars (blam)
pop+pop out with that tabla, put that boy right up on mars
b+buddy think that he on film, now he can’t play the part
d+d+demon out that coupe, i took that h+llcat right out thar
what the f—feel like i don’t care, gold ass bracelet way to rare
what the f—pop pop out in dubai, to+tote that cobra you can’t stare
d+mn, i said that sh+t from che, what the f—inspo’ got a raise (yeah, yeah, yeah)
she said i got friends now, tell em come my way

[verse 1: reesh]
d+mn+d+mn, i’m focused on that bag now, i could ball like klay (ah)
hear them 808s, they rang out, b+tch you light up i might fade (ah+yeah)
bands band+bands now
i draw that henna on her hands, han+hands now
k+kurta feel like what the f—

[chorus: reesh]
pop+pop out with that fire, now he finna see sitars
pop+pop out with that tabla, put that boy right up on mars
b+buddy think that he on film, now hе can’t play the part
d+d+demon out that coupe, i took that hеllcat right out thar
what the f—feel like i don’t care, gold ass bracelet way to rare
what the f—pop, pop out in dubai, to+tote that cobra you can’t stare
d+mn, i said that sh+t from che, what the f—inspo got a raise
she said i got friends now, tell+tell em come my way
[verse 2: neptun3 & reesh]
what the f—pop pop out with that fire, i just landed in mumbai
what the f—b+tch, i’m sippin’ chai, she want me between her thighs
what the f—i’ma hit another one, bol+bollytekk go number one (what the+what the f+?)
beat it up, beat it up beat, i’m cookin’ that sh+t, i don’t miss, b+tch run and gun (f+ck!)
f+ck a rival, b+tch, i’m one of ’em
b+tch said i taste good like a honey bun
i’ma just hit and dip, b+tch, one and done
i’ll burn your block down like i’m hanuman
i’ma just walk down with a drum, f+ck, i mean walk down with a tabla
getting the bread, you getting the crumbs, you don’t want none of this trouble, nah
b+b+tch wanna fight me, uh, chun+li, that+that sh+t, twisted, uh, chakli
burn a blaze out like chucky, i+i see red and green chutney
i work too hard, i need some sleep, can’t let my family worry about me
i’m off that drank, sh+t got me geeked, this shorty sweet like jaggery

[chorus: reesh]
pop+pop out with that fire, now he finna see sitars (blam)
pop+pop out with that tabla, put that boy right up on mars
buddy think that he on film, now he can’t play the part
d+d+demon out that coupe, i took that h+llcat right out thar
what the f—feel like i don’t care, gold ass bracelet way to rare
what the f—pop pop out in dubai, to+tote that cobra you can’t stare
d+mn, i said that sh+t from che, what the f—inspo got a raise, yeah (yeah)
she said i got friends now, tell+tell em come my way
what the f—

- reesh neptun3 lyrics

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