Divine traffic jam lyrics

What You Know About The Street? You Go Outside Everyday You Put On Your Suit And Tie And Go To Work You See This? These Are My World We Outside Divine! What’s Good? Aye What You Know About That Ah Sab Boss Yaha Baithe Tu Kisi Ka Toh Naukar Hai Laya Kaali Truck Sath Feet Wala Chauffeur Hai 90’s Wale Launde 42 Mere Bottle Pe 1000 Cc Engine Do Pahiye Full Throttle Hai Kaatil Hai Bhai Tera Kaatil Hai Sabhi Bhai Shaatir Hai Gully Wala Style Poora Kiya Maine Father Hai Bol Kya Kiya Nahi Sabit Hai Akela Main Sher Aur Tu Chalta Yahan Musafir Hai Bina Bole Baraste July Wala Baadal Hai Chhota Bhai Arjun Aur Bada Bhai Nasir Hai Ex Nikli Dracula You Know I Have To Wrap It Up Dost Mera Strapped And He Knows How To Slap It Up Back It Up Back It Up Dekh Aaye Tere Abba Jaan Bhookhe Jaise Ramadan Zyada Kaam Zyada Daam Son We Outside Like It’s Traffic Jam Son We Outside Like It’s A Traffic Jam Dekh Aaye Tere Abba Jaan Bhookhe Jaise Ramadan Zyada Kaam Zyada Daam Son We Outside Like It’s Traffic Jam Son We Outside Like It’s Traffic Jam Black Truck Black Wheels Blacked Out Tints They Left The Block And They Ain’t Getting Back Since Not Me It’s In My DNA I Just Got A Cracked Out Stench The 45 On Live Blew The Backed Out Twins Yeah Anything That’ll Get You Some Spare Change Playin’ In The Streets Though Ain’t No Such Thing As A Fair Game All So Simple Tell Me Why Can’t It Be? Broke Niggas Out Here On The Verge Of Insanity Know I Keep It Cool And I Don’t Ever Panic B Spend A Litle Bits Stack The ...

[Intro] What you know 'bout the street? You go outside Everyday, you put on your suit and tie and got work You see this? These are my world We outside DIVINE, what's good? [Verse 1: DIVINE] You know we all bosses here And you work under someone I got the black truck which comes with a chaueffur 90s born boys, and we sip ‘42 1000cc’s two wheel I am on full throttle He’s a killer, the man’s a killer All my bros wicked I gave birth To the gully style What am i left to prove I am the lone tiger And you are a tresspaser I am like an expected storm Like the clouds create in july Younger bro arjun And big bro is nassir Shel turned out to be a dracula You know i had to wrap it up My bros all strapped And he knows how to slap it up Back it up (Back it up) [Chorus: DIVINE] Look here comes your abba jaan Hungry like its ramadan More work more money Son we outside Like its a traffic jam Son we outside Like its a traffic jam Look here comes your abba jaan Hungry like its ramadan More work more money Son we outside Like its a traffic jam Son we outside Like its a traffic jam [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Black truck, black wheels, blacked-out tints They left the block and they ain't gettin' back since Not me, it's in my DNA I just got a cracked-out stench The .45 on live blew the backed-out twins Yeah, anything that'll get you some spare change Playin' in the streets though, ain't no such thing as a fair game All so simple, tell me why can't it be? Broke niggas out here on the verge of insanity K...

Haan sab boss yaha baithe Aur tu kisi ka toh naukar hain Laya kaali truck Saat feet waala chauffeur hain 90’s waale launde 42 mere ball pe 1000 CC engine 2 pahiye Full throttle hain Katil hain bhai tera katil hain Sabhi bhai shatir hain Gali waala style poora Kiya maine father hain Bol kya kiya nahi sabit hain Akela main sher aur Tu chalta yaha musafir hain Bina bole baraste July waala baadal hai Chhota bhai Arjun aur Bada bhai Nasir hain Ex nikli dracula You know I have to wrap it up Dost mera strapped and He knows how to slap it up Back it up back it up Dekh aaye aaye tere abba jaan Bhookhe jaise Ramadan Zyada kam zyada daam Sabhi aao side like it’s traffic jaam Sabhi aao side like it’s traffic jaam Dekh aaye aaye tere abba jaan Bhookhe jaise Ramadan Zyada kam zyada daam Sabhi aao side like it’s traffic jaam We outside Sabhi aao side like it’s traffic jaam Black truck black wheels blacked out tints They left the block and They ain’t getting back since Now me its is in my dna I just got a cracked-out stench The .45 on live with a backed-out twin Yeah anything to get you some spare change Playing in the streets though Ain’t no such thing as a fair game All so simple tell me why can’t it be? Broke ni**as out here on the verge of insanity Know I keep it cool and I don’t ever panic b Spend a lil bits backed the rest for the family And even though it’s drastic fam We still outside though Like this is a traffic jam What’s up? Dekh aaye aaye tere abba jaan Bhookhe jaise Ramadan ...