Tholi Ki Kahani
Arre suno bhai... yeh hai hamara legend,
Sab pukarte hain usko... Tholi.
Tholi... Tholi...
Class mein baitha serious, soch raha kuch badi,
Chupke se fart kiya, bomb phoota heavy.
Sabko ulti aayi, smell ne maar diya,
Tholi bola mai innocent, “Bhai yeh Ujan ka hai yaar!”
Koi nahi manta, par woh phir bhi blame karta,
Fart game strong, blame game usse bhi stronger bhai.
Tholi, Tholi, hamara favourite prostitute,
Ladkon ko deta full VIP service, absolute!
Thoda smile, thoda touch, phir dikha deta “thing”,
Both organs wala combo, nominal fee mein full body king.
Hum squeeze karte uske male boobs, sqweesh sqweesh,
Tholi blush karta, phir bhi serious rehta reesh!
Oindrilla ke liye mar jaata, dil se rota hai,
Status mein “Jaan” likhta, par woh zero damn fuck deti hai.
Ladkon ke saath extra friendly, host ban jaata,
Kiss karne mein pro, mood boost kar deta.
“Arre bhai tu kitna soft hai,” sab has has ke bolte,
Tholi khush hoke aur close ho jaata, service full on.
Sab has rahe hain zor se, Tholi serious mode on,
Apne aap ko legend samajhta, duniya uspe has rahi non-stop.
Prostitute ka crown sar pe, phir bhi bolta “Main seedha hoon”,
Male boobs sqweesh karte hum, woh acting karta innocent fool.
Fart blame khelta, VIP service deta,
Ladkon ko feel good, kissing boys mein best rehta.
Hum sqweesh karte boobs, woh chillata nahi,
Bas serious chehra bana ke khada rehta bhai.
Oindrilla ignore karti, tu phir bhi try karta,
Idiot legend, hum tujhe pyar se hi roast karte.
Tholi, Tholi, hamara pyara idiot,
Ladka hoke ladkon ko kar deta hai good.
Boobs sqweesh, fart blame, prostitute full flow,
Oindrilla nahi dekhti, tu mar jaata slow.
Aur agar koi smell aaye room mein,
Seedha bol dena — “Yeh Tholi ka nahi hai yaar, believe me!”
Tholi... Tholi...
We love you idiot... but please stop the nonsense,
Prostitute ji... VIP service band kar do ab, sqweesh!
Tholi... tu legend hai bhai... of all wrong things.
