ARASH lyrics - Donya

Chori Chori

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[Aneela:] Chori chori dil legaya dil ka chor Dekhe palat ke mujhe bar bar Sone chandi se aziz hai wo mujhe sajna Kadak zara sa sona mahia [Arash:] Maatal nakon oza ghamar dar aghrabe Dava sare ye mache ye boose ye labe [Chorus:] Chori chori kare dhadak dhadak jiya jiya Dil bole boom boom yeh Rut mastani kahe chadhti jawani piya piya Dil bole boom boom yeh Chori chori kare dhadak dhadak jiya jiya Dil bole boom boom yeh Rut mastani kahe chadhti jawai piya piya Dil bole boom boom yeh [Aneela:] Tu hai bada harjayi kyoun kare tang Ishq main huyi ruswayi Dukhe ang ang Main tere ishq ki mari sun le sajjan Yeh tere liye hai gana Mahi mera bana dil tera nishana [Arash:] Baba mikham begam asheghetam room nemish Akhe age nagamam delam aroom nemishe havasamam parte az dastet [Chorus:] Chori chori kare dhadak dhadak jiya jiya Dil bole boom boom yeh Rut mastani kahe chadhti jawani piya piya Dil bole boom boom yeh Chori chori kare dhadak dhadak jiya jiya Dil bole boom boom yeh Rut mastani kahe chadhti jawai piya piya Dil bole boom boom yeh [Arash:] Ey be ghorboone cheshmato bezar bezar beboosam oon labhato delam mikhad bemoonam man faghat bato deeele mano badjoor bordi kheili ziad [Chorus:] Chori chori kare dhadak dhadak jiya jiya Dil bole boom boom yeh Rut mastani kahe chadhti jawani piya piya Dil bole boom boom yeh Chori chori kare dhadak dhadak jiya jiya Dil bole boom boom yeh Rut mastani kahe chadhti jawai piya piya Dil bole boom boom yeh

O Re Piya (Trance Mix)

ATIF ASLAM "Doorie"
O re piya tarse jiya [x2] O re piya mera tarse jiya, kyon tu na aaye re Naina tarse pal pal barse, tujhe bulaaye re O re piya Preet ke mausam ye albele Beet rahein hum kyon hai akele [x2] Naina jaage saari rayn, ur gayi nindiya kho gaya chain [x2] O re piya tarse jiya O re piya mera tarse jiya, kyon tu na aaye re Naina tarse pal pal barse, tujhe bulaaye re Reet ye aisi kaun banaaye Saawan beeta piya na aaye [x2] Saanj bahein us door gagan mein Mann bhaage sune aangan mein) [x2] O re piya tarse jiya O re piya mera tarse jiya, kyon tu na aaye re Naina tarse pal pal barse, tujhe bulaaye re Re e e e e.......... O jiya tarse re e e e e........... O re piya piya piya aa aa....... O tarse jiya O re piya mera tarse jiya, kyon tu na aaye O re piya o re piya tarse jiya O re piya tarse jiya Piya piya aa aa.......

O Re Piya

ATIF ASLAM "Doorie"
O re piya tarse jiya [x2] O re piya mera tarse jiya, kyon tu na aaye re Naina tarse pal pal barse, tujhe bulaaye re O re piya Preet ke mausam ye albele Beet rahein hum kyon hai akele [x2] Naina jaage saari rayn, ur gayi nindiya kho gaya chain [x2] O re piya tarse jiya O re piya mera tarse jiya, kyon tu na aaye re Naina tarse pal pal barse, tujhe bulaaye re Reet ye aisi kaun banaaye Saawan beeta piya na aaye [x2] Saanj bahein us door gagan mein Mann bhaage sune aangan mein) [x2] O re piya tarse jiya O re piya mera tarse jiya, kyon tu na aaye re Naina tarse pal pal barse, tujhe bulaaye re Re e e e e.......... O jiya tarse re e e e e........... O re piya piya piya aa aa....... O tarse jiya O re piya mera tarse jiya, kyon tu na aaye O re piya o re piya tarse jiya O re piya tarse jiya Piya piya aa aa.......

Boom Boom Pow (Remix)

JEFFREE STAR
Hold the Fuck up Black Eyed Peas and Jimmy Iovine I know you weren't gonna talk about Boom Boom Pow Without Jeffree-Fucking-Star Listen up bitches... Boom Boom Boom Gotta Get That... Boom Boom Boom Gotta Get That... Boom Boom Boom That... Boom Boom Boom Yo, I got that terminator twat You can give me your cyborg load I can swallow it whole So wet, it flows Spit on it then sit Obama's rubbin' my clit I got that boom boom pow make my kitty go boom boom owww! I like that boom boom pow In my pussy go zoom zoom wow Boys know my labia got swagga I'm on that next shit now I'm so 3008 Make you start your period late Vagina go boom boom boom Ride it vroom vroom vroom Come get it now Boom boom boom Gotta get that.. Boom boom boom I'm on the supersonic boom Fergie you pissed your pants You need a De-pends costume OH! fuck shit uhmmm Ya'll suck on super 8 dick That small-fi stupid 8 shit I'm on your boyfriends ass This beat go boom boom fast You're a queer when I turn you on Into the future faggotron Harder, quicker, mother fucker Makes the boys extra longer 'Cause we got the meat that bounce We got the future sound We got the beat that 808 That boom boom turn you out Bitches in the place If you wanna get down Put your tits in the air Yes I am, gonna fuck you

Survival Tactics

JOEY BADA$$ "1999"
[Intro:] It's either, them or you It's sort of like, survival you know. Survival of the fittest you know You do what you do to stay alive [Verse 1: Joey BADA$$] Niggas don't want war I'm a martian with an army of spartans Sparring with a knife in a missile fight Get your intel writing intelligence is irrelevant But it's definite I spit more than speech impediments Brooklyns the residence, the best and it's evident We got them niggas P-E-Nuts, like they elephants Throw 'em in a trunk if they hate though We don't give a fuck as long as we collect our pay so, Ya'll collect pesos, ya money ain't right here I got them girls next to the wall like they lightyear, I'm right chea Tryna get a buzz, tryna pollinate STEEZ got that presidential shit out to inaugurate My P.E conglomerates bout to P-E-E on any wanna B-E, weak MC Here I'm out to leave 'em empty congratulate the semi-auto Fire flame spitter like komodo No time for fake people, they be simmin' like Kimora I'm the empor-ah in search of the adora, my heart go: {Ba boom Ba boom Ba boom boom Ba boom} Hispanic like Dora when shots blast See I was raised that way, I'm from the place where they raise that K Like every day in every way and every where you go, just ain't safe The only thing that I can say, to you is pray Cause when niggas start equipin' And throw the clip in Your blood drippin' And got you slippin' Under the victim, don't know what's hit them Through his spinal, just another man who defeated by survival That's your biggest rival, in your whole life These bars you can't handle you better hold tight They sayin' I'm the best, I'm like you're so right Still ain't got enough shine to last the whole night, nigga [Interlude:] Yo, fuck the police nigga Fuck every ass corrupt politician on Wall Street P.E, Public Enemy, Assassinator, bitch Fuck that, fuck everything son Fuck government, Fuck, listenin' and shit You want fuckin' energy? Dickheads [Verse 2: Capital STEEZ] There's like 6 milli ways to die my nigga choose one Doomsday comin' start investin' in a few guns New gats, booby traps, and bazooka straps Better play your cards right, no booster packs Everybody claim they use to rap But these ain't even punchlines no more, I'm abusing tracks Leaving instrumentals blue and black I'm in Marty McFly mode, so tell em' that the future's back Riding on hoverboards Wiping out motherboards Started spitting fire cause my motherfuckin lung is scorched King Arthur when he swung his sword A king author I ain't even use a pen in like a month or four I had a hard time writing lyrics Now I'm way over heads, science fiction You can try and get it, my man the flyest with it With a mind of finest interests for your finest interests They say hard work pays off, well tell the Based God don't quit his day job Cause P.E's about to take off, with protons and electrons homie that's an A-bomb Fuckin' ridiculous, finger to the president screamin' "fuck censorship! " If Obama got that president election then them P.E boys bout to make an intervention Fuck what I once said, I want the blood shed Cause now-a-days for respect you gotta pump lead I guess Columbine was listenin' to Chaka Khan and pokemon wasn't gettin' recognized at Comic-Con It's like we've been content with losin' And half our students fallen victim to the institution Jobs are scarce since the Scientific Revolution And little kids are shootin Uzi's cause it's given to 'em Little weapon, code name: Smith and Wesson And you'll be quick to catch a bullet like an interception If your man try and disrespect it, send a message and it's over in a mili second Nigga

Muskurane

ARIJIT SINGH
Muskurane ki wajah tum ho Gungunane ki wajah tum ho Jiya jaaye na, jaaye na, jaaye na.. O re piya re.. Jiya jaaye na, jaaye na, jaaye na.. O re piya re.. O re lamhe tu kahin mat jaa Ho sake toh umr bhar tham jaa Jiya jaaye na, jaaye na, jaaye naa.. O re piya re.. Jiya jaaye na, jaaye na, jaaye naa.. O re piya re.. piyaa re.. Dhoop aaye toh, chhaanv tum laana Khwahishon ki baarishon mein Bheeg sang jaana [x2] Jiya jaaye na jaaye na jaaye na O re piya re.. Jiya jaaye na jaaye na jaaye na O re piya re.. piya re.. Jo mile usme kaat lenge hum Thodi khushiyaan thode aansu baant lenge hum Jo mile usme kaat lenge hum Thodi khushiyaan thode aansu baant lenge hum Jiya jaaye na jaaye na jaaye na O re piya re.. Jiya jaaye na jaaye na jaaye na O re piya re.. piya re.. Muskurane ki wajah tum ho Gungunane ki wajah tum ho Jiya jaaye na, jaaye na, jaaye na O re piya re.. Jiya jaaye na, jaaye na, jaaye na O re piya re.. piya re... Piya re... Wo o ho... oo...

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