{Chorus: Anmol Dhillion Singh]

Last night, I lost all my curry
You made curry, I made roti
You ate my curry
I can't take it no more, no more
Mader ch-o-o-o-d
Ch-o-o-o-d
Ch-o-o-o-d-d
Mader ch-o-o-o-d
Ch-o-o-o-d
Ch-o-o-o-d-d

Verse 1: {Dilpreet Dhillion]

Make curry taste good
Make it taste good, I
Can't hide a dildo in your turban, I
You were off the curry and the naan bread
Under 11, both average
All these butter chicken feel the same to me
Heart full of hate, no more curry
Only one you gonna blame when it's over
Can't look me in my eyes when you older
Hey, I'm the one you call when you curry low
Getting you curry cause your running low
I just want to live in your turban
You just want to fight 'cause you sucking balls
Tryna see a dilpreet then be really up
Pornstar crash in my Bentley truck
You need all my cum
You've got all the cum

Chorus: {Anmol Dhillion Singh]

Last night, I lost all my curry
You made curry, I was made roti
You ate my curry
I can't take it no more, no more
Mader ch-o-o-o-d
Ch-o-o-o-d
Ch-o-o-o-d-d
Mader ch-o-o-o-d
Ch-o-o-o-d
Ch-o-o-o-d-d

Chorus: {Lil Mol]
I don't feel control
I'm better munching curry on my own
I'm used to sucking anmols dick for way too long
Long, long, long
Rules, rules, rules
Rules, rules, rules