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stoned story

kaam chhaina
kaaj chhaina
hidne bela laaz chhaina
tarkarima pyaz chhaina
jhutho abhas chhaina
aruko pyari wife
uthai lanchhu using knife
but chhaina killer vibe
in bhitri manma
gayou hami banma
thiyou hami runma
jhyap bhayi funna
budha lai k bhanchhas bhai?
uthai sakis malai
bhai sun mero bhanai
ani badh mero kalai
ani bhan oi budha
hand ma chha chura
so mag gar bhai pura
n patha malai cash
n do nth rash
refill my stash
of high quality hash
gare maile call
but chhaina kehi bhar
gare VPN install
ani dial gare number
merai budhi pauchhas?
kina yati satauchhas?
feri hash harauchhas?
ani ghar kina dhilo auchhas?
prashna ayo phone baata
bhsko thiyo dherai raata
hatyo mero maata
repeatma thiyo kanda
bhauju ghurirathi malai
mukhma 2 sutta lagai
haatma thiyo ek salai
"balla hosh khulyo talai?"
bale ek churot ani farke ma gharma
daile bhannu bgayo ali para sarna
hatisakyo mero dar
tai mathi ta chha ni bhar
just wild jhyap nahu
ani jutta ko gu
just remove that poop
bro khayera ta sut
ani nagara ta loot
just hunt for that fruit
ani hawa bani udh

#cute_bt_psycho

-yakaa: jujaan

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