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Raja Kumari - Nri Lyrics

[Intro]
(Kirtak, dhin-na)
(Dha, dhinak, dhin-na)
(Uh, kirtak, dhin-na)
(Dha, dha, dha, dha, dha, dha, dhin-na, dhin-na)

[Verse 1]
I love it when they big mad
Talkin’ shit on Instagram
They don’t know I’m woke
I guess they really think I’m ignorant
That’s why y’all still middle man
While I boss up and make them bands
Tryin’ to put a wall between us (hmm) Pakistan
Culture vulture
Dot head eating samosas
Too brown for the label
Too privileged for the co-sign
Kohinoor stolen, crown jewel of the ocean
But no country for women
I don’t fit in either quotient

[Pre-Chorus]
Tryna rep my people but they say I’m not they leader
NRI up in the bleachers
Feed off what y’all eatin
Sorry that my sari ain’t Indian enough
And America don’t love me cuz i’m Indian as fuck
[Chorus]
Do you know even know who you are?
Tell me what are you made of
What you afraid of? Hater
Cause' I let you tear me apart
Show you what I am made of
Is this what you’re afraid of? Hater

[Verse 2]
Seen em on the comments
I ain’t brown enough to comment
Guess i gotta get a tan so i can rep a country
That gave my daddy options
I don’t rep y’all for the concept
Don’t live here for the content
Tryna pillage off your struggle
Took me out of context
Bindi on your third eye but your third eye closed
Got you on my back while you slit my throat
When I land here they tell me go home
Now you ain’t gotta love me
But it’s still my throne

[Pre-Chorus]
Tryna rep my people but they say I’m not their leader
NRI up in the bleachers
Feed off what y’all eatin
Sorry that my sari ain't Indian enough
And America don’t love me cuz i’m Indian as fuck
[Chorus]
Do you know even know who you are?
Tell me what are you made of
What you afraid of hater
Cause' I let you tear me apart
Show you what I am made of
Is this what you’re afraid of? Hater

[Outro]
Bindi on your third eye but your third eye closed
(Dha, dhinak, dhin-na)
(Dha, dhinak, dhin-na)
(Dha, dha, dha, dha, dha, dha, dhin-na, dhin-na)
Got you on my back while you slit my throat
(Dha, dhinak, dhin-na)
(Dha, dhinak, dhin-na)
Like you ain’t gotta love me but it’s still my throne1