Vancouver (Official Audio) Cheema Y | Gur Sidhu

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Track Credits
Album: Young G.O.A.T
Song: Vancouver
Singer: Cheema Y Ft. Gur Sidhu
Lyrics: Cheema Y
Music: Gur Sidhu
Mix & Master: B Sanjh
Label: Brown Town Music
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How can Cheema Y’s song not play there? Boys end up fighting with the DJ in the club. This is Vancouver, we don’t mix black roses with regular flowers, The sound of KHKH (gunshots) echoes, Jatts have flags on their cars, now it’s the rule of Sardars. White girls bow their heads in respect here, The safes are full, with guns, bullets, and stacks of dollars without any shortage. The trends have changed, we use extended magazines, and our coffees come blended, And we roll around with illegal stuff (drugs/money). The friends of the Jatt are now the bosses of Surrey, My fields in Canada grow blueberries. I planted two big cannabis plants over my land, I lift wine bottles made from grapes with my homies. I see shopping plazas full of strawberries, And where I live, it’s always peaceful. But she comes to me like fresh air (relief), The whole world is trying to bring me down, But she comes to me as medicine (healing). My time is going great, with Rolls Royce lined up, Soon I’ll wear a Jacob & Co watch on my wrist. But these guys still live in their mom’s house, And they buy toy guns from Dollarama. For so many years, my friendships are still the same, My aim is simple, girl – I’ll also change the game. Rangers chase me, but I’m cruising in a G-Wagon, They can’t find my location, I’m a trap star. She asks how many chains I got, how much do they cost? Her salary can’t afford the calories I burn in my luxury life. Whoever made me stand where I am today, My backbone is as strong as a buffalo’s spine, damn girl. No one can stop me, I’m a single boy, Every day feels like a Friday to me. Your city doesn’t want me to rise, They have GPS trackers on my feet. I built a studio next to the motor pump in my village, Big city boys come here for collaborations. My big brother’s name is written as “RR”, And his value in dollars is four hundred thousand. I don’t even notice the girls standing below pouting, I’m chilling in my penthouse on the 25th floor. There’s chaos everywhere, The gang activity is high, People keep bluffing, but I stand tall like the truth. This is Vancouver, we don’t mix black roses with regular ones, Gunshots echo, Jatts have flags on their cars, now it’s the rule of Sardars. Now it’s the rule of Sardars (leaders), Gunshots echo loudly, Now it’s the rule of Sardars (leaders). Gunshots echo loudly, Now it’s the rule of Sardars (leaders).