Honey Singh "Yaar Bathere" lyrics

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Yaar Bathere

Pehlan mang paayi tu gaddi di, chhoti vi nahin vaddi diPehlan mang paayi tu gaddi di, chhoti vi nahin vaddi diRehndi khundi pailli vikaatiRehndi khundi pailli vikaatiKi kehne kudiye tere, saadi maa nu putt ni labneTenu yaar bathere, saadi maa nu putt ni labneTenu yaar bathere, ni tenu yaar bathere

Tu taan Cotton County paundi si, ohne Gant liataTu kithe PG vich sardh di si, ohne flat laitaHun maardi ae chaalan la Chandigarh dereSaadi maa nu putt ni labneTenu yaar bathere, saadi maa nu putt ni labneTenu yaar bathere

Pindon nave nave aaye, te vekhiyan ae naaranKothiyan car'an, ae sector 17Jinna ne saanu moh leyaSaadi saadgi nu saathon kho leyaUtton tu mil gayiPehlan te lageya ke kismat khul gayiTenu taan yaad hi hona sab kujh, kyonHun bhul gayi

Jehre tu nakre vikhaundi si, oh vi main seh gayaKharche karaundi si, oh vi main seh gaya365 charittar naara de, gal solan aane sach tareeke aala keh gayaGal sun mutiyaare, bade la te tu laareGal vadeyan di, tere muh toh dhukdi niTenu laggu ji karaari, teri ikko cheej maadiTeri chayn chayn chayn chayn mukdi niSaadi maa nu putt ni labneTenu yaar bathere, ni tenu yaar bathereTeri chayn chayn chayn chayn mukdi ni

Oh taan dhan saada hi bapu de jehda kharche kardaEthe kaake aaishan lainde ne ohda okha sardaATM di rail banawe, shaam savereSaadi maa nu putt ni labneTenu yaar bathere, ni tenu yaar bathere

Ehe gal vi dilon kad de, main maa pe chad doonKoi chadan wali hoyi cheej, taan main aape chad doonDil ehna de kaale bai unj sohne chehreSaadi maa nu putt ni labneTenu yaar bathere, saadi maa nu putt ni labneTenu yaar bathere, saadi maa nu putt ni labneTenu yaar bathere, ni tenu yaar bathere

Lovers Galore

First you asked for a car, not a small but a big oneFirst you asked for a car, not a small but a big oneMade me sell whatever farmland I had leftMade me sell whatever farmland I had leftWhat should I say about you? My mother won't find sons,But you have lovers galore, My mother won't find sonsBut you have lovers galore, you have lovers galore.

You used to wear Cotton County, he upgraded you to GantYou would rot in a PG, so he got you a flat.Now you play your tricks after making Chandigarh my MeccaMy mother won't find sons,But you have lovers galore, My mother won't find sonsyou have lovers galore.

A newcomer from the village, I saw girls,saw villas, fancy cars, and sector 17All of which enamored meAnd snatched my values away from me.On top of that, I met you,At first I thought my fate had been blessedSurely you remember everything,Have you forgotten now?

You would show tantrums, and I bore them quietlyYou'd empty my pockets, and I bore it quietlyA woman has 365 personalities, said the wise man from ThreekeNow hear me lass, enough false promisesWords of promise from your mouth are without worth.You're gonna get a hard whack, You have only one great fault,Your pestering never stops.My mother won't find sons,But you have lovers galore, you have lovers galoreYour pestering never stops.

It was my father who paid for everything,Here his son is making merry while he toils and rots,Makes a train of ATM deposits, from morn till night.My mother won't find sons,But you have lovers galore, you have lovers galore.

Take the notion out of your head that I'll leave my parents,If there is something I should leave, let me be the judge of it.They have black hearts, my brothers, and pretty faces,My mother won't find sons,But you have lovers galore, My mother won't find sonsBut you have lovers galore, My mother won't find sonsBut you have lovers galore, you have lovers galore.

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