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SOMANI - 459 (Prod by NOODL BEATS) (Official Audio)

459. A song about when I felt like I was being robbed of everything. But alas, Could anything stop me from taking back everything I gave. Produced By Noodle Beats -    / @noodlbeats   Mastered by Lost In Indie -    / @jackthedripper   Lyrics- Kar tu aj, aur kar na vichar, Soyega khoyega, do baithega haath. Uth fir dekh sheeshe main kya, sache halat. Hafte nikhal gaye nasho se na aye baaj, Sapne bhi tute jo baate fir sabko fuck, Dhoke pe dhoke fir pocket bhi khaali ab, Galti meri ki na dekha maine sach. 459, This ain't no west cost, Still i'm make you feel like. Motherfucker I'm ghost, I can see right, Through your thought, They never felt right. 6114 I'm come and rave, With a p instead of v, I'll take back everything I gave, Cause now everything is me, I'll fucking self care, Keep your fake Id's. Oo, damn, too much for you to take? You started this shit, Now I'll end, But not now, I'll fucking take your life and play around till the point you beg for your breathe. You think we are playing snake and ladder, Nigga look closer it's a game of chess. Now one by one I'll take every peace, Then when you'r all alone, Put a knife on your throat and take a pic. Oh cheese, oh jeez, Oh god don't know whats wrong with me. Oo, I'm a fucking creep, Get inside your brain till I make you bleed. Fir kara main trip, Fir kara main fikker, fir kara main rip. Jese de mare do bori lyrics, Aur aadha khamba aur fir J, Fir vo na gin. Ginna hai tho gin tu karam, Hue tatte garam, Dikhe sab koi haram. Gaur na kar hue rishte khatam, Koi bhi dekhe na mud ke chalo kahani khatam. Honestly I'm just bored. I just wanna flow, Write something down for my treasure wallet, With every second that we getting old. Wanna write my life, For these lyrics I'm a hoe. When I'm alone, Pick a pen and paper, Smoke up some dope, Look at my life, Take down some notes, 21 soon 22. Oh god don't know whats wrong with me. Oo, I'm a fucking creep, Get inside your brain till I make you bleed. Feels good when I feel it drip down my skin. O, I'm a fucking creep, Get inside your brain till I make you bleed. Even god don't know what's wrong with me, When a put a knife in your throat and take a pic. Let you bleed and drip down my skin, When I taste your blood, I can see your sins, Your number one fucking with me, Your going down some, I'm writing history. Fir kehete tu kar na fikar, Kese na karu jab dikhe na sach, Jo baate dikhi kya vo baate hui, Ya vo baate dabi? Jese jinda laash meri gaadi vahi. Sath main hazzaro dikhe jo bhatke mare, Par umeed pe dunya ye kayam, Ye kar jab tak sab na gahayal. Fir main, Back to those codes, Tripped on my own flow, Woke up feeling cold, Cause no one left to hold. Trying to forget, Cause truth will never unfold, When they know how to get a hold and burn them paper, Crushed and sold. Then when we ask what's left for us, They say everything is good. Give us time and trust. Ah, trust my ass, Can't take this shit anymore. Oh god don't know whats wrong with me. Oo, I'm a fucking creep, Get inside your brain till I make you bleed. Feels good when I feel it drip down my skin.