Karan Aujla – MF Gabru Lyrics In English (with Meaning)

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I’m a mutherfuckin’ Gabru, son of Punjab
When I walk, I look like a lion
(It’s a slang the singer is proud because they’re from Punjab.)

Even if I roam in Paris wearing clothes worth lakhs,
I still carry my village vibe like a traditional sheet (chaadara)

I’m a motherfuckin’ Gabru, son of Punjab
The coin I used to polish is now printed as dollars

The whole world gets tired standing outside,
While I carry my village vibe like a royal sheet

I wear watches made from mint-time (premium or exclusive timepieces),
I’m the kind of Jatt who dreams big and fulfills them

Just look at the style of my kurta, girls become fans,
I never give a reply to those who just stand and stare

This Jatt carries the attitude of a true style king,
And even a simple Casio watch burns others with envy

I live in a divine high, gifted by God,
You wouldn’t understand the spark in these eyes

Girl, you look like a rose in full bloom,
And my gentleman heart has fallen for you

When I step outside, the whole world turns to look,
But I still carry my village pride like a royal shawl (chaadara)

I’m a motherfuckin’ Gabru, son of Punjab,
My car points toward God, with the gear always on top

When I step out, the whole world takes notice,
Still, I wrap myself in the essence of my village

I’m a motherfuckin’ Gabru..

This Jatt saved every penny with care,
Now his yesterday’s investments are worth crores

Haters say, “Don’t sit with that flashy guy,”
I said—they can’t even afford a minute of my time

He even defeats enemies with class,
When I walk the road, the whole road feels mine

Many try to break me, always plotting,
But no one’s found the way to break this Jatt yet

Girl, I move with the aura of a royal,
I said—there’s no one out there who matches my level

When I stand outside, the whole world stares,
Still, I wear my village like a proud, worn-in chaadara

I’m a motherfuckin’ Gabru, son of Punjab,
My car moves straight towards God, always in top gear

When I step out, the whole world watches,
Yet I carry the raw vibe of my village

I’m a motherfuckin’ Gabru…

We just ask from the Divine, and He fulfills our wishes,
No one dares to separate us from our close friends

You think bangles and accessories can impress us?
We’re the kind who make even enemies wear glass bangles (as a sign of defeat)

This classy girl serves us bangles in every drink (Gutt Gutt = heavily poured),
Even in the morning and evening, she hands us silver anklets with a smile

I said—look at this body, girl, it’s on fire,
Even your eyes are crashing like waves trying to take it all in

Girl, you look like a shot of strong liquor,
Let’s go somewhere and make a connection

Even if I wear expensive outfits worth lakhs in Paris,
I still wrap myself in the rugged spirit of my village like a chaadara

I’m a motherfuckin’ Gabru, son of Punjab,
When I walk, I give off the vibe of a roaring lion

When I step outside, the whole world stares,
But I wear my village pride like a royal shawl

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