aankho pe chashme chashme hatho me bracelet
aankho pe chashme hatho mein bracelet
bike pe nikle sar pe na helment
hoke ye chaude chaude signal bhi tode tode
gundo ke superstar

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miruthiya gangster miruthiya gangster
miruthiya gangster miruthiya gangster
miruthiya gangster miruthiya gangster
miruthiya gangster

duniya ke saare don
puchhte hai hum hai kaun
hum to hai sanki na sahe dhamki
jisko ude uski si naa sake darji
hum hai original baki sare farzi
apni desi pistole dhishkiyao dhishkiyao jab bole
sound gunje samander paar

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miruthiya gangster miruthiya gangster
miruthiya gangster miruthiya gangster
miruthiya gangster miruthiya gangster

doller ho ya pound ho rupeya ya dinare dinare
ek din apne pocket me honge ye to sare sare
doller ho ya pound ho rupeya ya dinare
ek din apne pocket me honge ye to sare

apne tashan me rehna full on jashan me rehna
apni to habit hai yaar
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Eyes veiled in shades, bracelets on wrists,
A chrome steed's dance, no helmet's kiss.
Broad shoulders, signals shattered in flight,
A rogue's dominion, bathed in neon light.
Meerut's gang, a legend's echo,
Meerut's gang, where shadows grow.

The world's dons, in whispers inquire,
"Who are these flames, fueled by desire?"
We are the bold, no threats we embrace,
No tailor's needle can mend our space.
We are the real, the rest are mere guise,
Our native pistol, a thunderous prize.
"Dishkiao, Dishkiao!" the echoes resound,
A sound that travels, beyond the bound.
Meerut's gang, a legend's echo,
Meerut's gang, where shadows grow.

Dollars and pounds, rupees and dinars,
One day, they’ll all fill our pockets, like stars.
Dollars and pounds, rupees and dinars,
One day, they’ll all fill our pockets, like stars.
In our own swagger, in joy we reside,
This is our habit, our infinite tide.
Meerut's gang, a legend's echo,
Meerut's gang, where shadows grow.