Woh saamney waalon ki larki hai na, Zoya? Raat ko gaari main beththi hai, waapis hi nahin aati.
Barri beghairat hai, Allah maaf karey, barri beghairat hai.
When I was 17, my best friend told me to not wear my Lady Gaga t-shirt to a chota sa get together.
Merey bhai or uskey dost hon gey, awaien tumhari bund maarein gey.
Baat toh uski bilkul sahi thi magar meri samajh sey thori baahir;
Bund kyun maarein gey? Lun pey nahi charhthay?
It’s a Lady Gaga shirt, I’lll wear it fucking everyday.
But kher I didn’t wear it that Wednesday and forgot about it, muted my gay
Made chummy with the big boys to smoke a few Js,
I smoked a few Js, confused purrey dil sey keh
This is the entirety of fun promised? the Falcon main cruising, the boys beer boozing,
I was taught to straighten back, heavy my voice and yes, still subtly, to mute my little gay
Because have you heard about the gashtiyan and the kanjariyan, these Lahoris would say.
Aitchisonian friendships are all boys, the girls are nothing but our toys —
You take one out at a farewell afterparty, I’ll take one on the drunk ride back and phir
Issey pehlay keh gets attached, I’ll tell all my boys her pussy trash:
I sound like Post Malone or Eminem at best, don’t know how big is yey taste test
She’s an ugly gashti yaar, buhat time waste.
Which LAS boy killed which bitch driving drunk after a Model Town shindig?
Which of them escaped and which of them stayed? Beghairati hai.
Which new boy says that loose moral larki raped them yesterday?
I was so fucked man, woh charh gayee merey pay. Beghairati hai.
Barra bhai is studying at Queen Mary and chota wants McGill,
No one fought for the distinction scoring bhehan, larkion key liye LUMS fits the bill.
Tum 30 saala kojay ban jao toh business aur bachi tumhari,
Hashtagged wedding with the 16 saala “heard she’s a beghairat” kawaari.
Boy key saath barra hand hua, woh rave pey jaa key puking galore
Bachi dying on a roofied drink, what a fucking stupid whore
He cheated on her for two whole years, boy was horny but so in love
She made out with that loser once, dirty filthy ugly slut
Ammi I’m going to stay the night, drunk drive all over the streets
Don’t you think it’s dangerous for aapa to drive home alone as a 2AM feat?
Feminism’s a joke, yaar, like everything else these so called women condone
Humari maa ko dekho, sacrificed everything for the home.
Crop top pehna, what a chutiya!
Ghar late aayi, how ghatiya?
Make up sey randi full obsessed, look at me i was my gym’s most overdressed.
But kher, buhat hogaya. Mera tumhara phadda nahi hai.
Don’t you dare tell me what the rules are, call me a chakka or whatever you’ve got
Meri jaan merey boy we don’t play the same game a lot, maybe bhenchod not at all.
Toh party pey toh jaana hai, dance bhi maachod karna hai
Gaana mainey bajana hai, naach bhi dekhana hai
If I need your brawn to hold the flicker light,
I’ll counsel you how to hold your liquor right.
Mesh wali crop top toh meri dost pehan rahi hai,
Highlighter toh main laga raha hoon.
Just like you, she might slut it out
If you’ve got a chull, shut it out.
Saari baajiyon ko bata doh key unki sharafat nahi maang rahay hum;
Hongay hoe, hongay gashti but tumhari zaat ko honi nahi chahiye problem.
Kurrion ki tarhan tumhari izzat utaroon ga, haan merey jigger:
Beghairati hai, toh beghairati hai.
Saarey boyz ka naam mitti main mila doon gah, yes my champ:
Beghairati hai, toh beghairati hai.
Saarey raaz tumharay khulwa doon ga:
Beghairati hai, toh beghairati hai.
Aitchison main rape kar key dikah, apni history bana keh dekha,
Yain machani hai toh yain hai, embarassing details hazaar hain, sun merey naraaz dost:
Beghairati hai, toh beghairati hai.
Meri dost Zoya hai na, she just likes to have fun. She also likes to write, roam the raat.
Her interests and wants were probably never a feminist propaganda, more so dil ki baat.
Woh apni Uber khud bulati hai, harr party pey puhanch jaati hai.
Holds for me my flicker light, teaches me how to hold my liquor right.
Taught me how to Kanye rap and mix magic with my own two hands.
Hates when she has to tell her friends to cover up cause the men around won’t do the same with their lies,
But I’ve seen her scare the launda type with the bat of her loving eyes
Meri dost Zoya hai na, gaari main bheththi hai, kabhi waapis nahi aati:
Jee haan beghairait hai, toh beghairati hai.
Nahi boloon ga main deeper, nahi ugaa raha main daari,
Watch me fucking fight this city driving in my gaari.
Phel dena hai, tey, phel dai! Phir, uth jayein gey.
Thappar maaray ga, teh maar ley. Phir, beghairat bunn jayein gey.
Baad main jo bhi hona hogay, woh merey pey chorr dey tu.
Tub tuk main awaara and this has nothing to fucking do with you.
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