Frenzo Harami - Saari Raat lyrics
[Frenzo Harami - Saari Raat lyrics]
Bengali ting, I told her challo
Andhar aake purde bunkarou
That's when the party starts
We be trapping all night bitch, saari raat
She said "I was waiting in the
Rain but you never came"
I'm sorry baby I was sniffing up the 'caine
Pigs on my back, I was switching up the lanes
Sitting in the Range
I was picking up the change
I've got the golden-brown and the beige-white
We're trapping in the night-time
Till the daylight
I'm a vampire, nothing like Twilight
I moved so much snow I've got frostbite
And I've got some slores on for the weekend
Cocaine, I get more gone like Freeman
We hit the strip, take over in the weekend
Then move to another hood, Adam Deacon
Kobitay bolechhile chondro raat-e
Tumi ashbe kachhe er por kete gechhe
Koto na bhora purnima
I've got my new ho catting for the sniff
Got me hitting balls like I'm
Batting on a pitch
Yeah I bang it with a grin
Bag it in the cling
I was in the trap house chatting to the Jinns
Now we're up in Four Seasons
We've been getting it for four seasons
Leg shot have your whore screaming
When we come around we
Distribute that corn even
I was talking to the demons
Made a little change now I've
Got the slores scheming
Made a little name so these
Bitches wanna play me now
I was doing fine until that
Broke bitch came around
Minute after minute, hour after hour
Gave a ho a line and she
Said it was the power
Them gyal there, five bills for an hour
Pussy so good a man tried to give her dawah
Kobitay bolechhile chondro raat-e
Tumi ashbe kachhe er por kete gechhe
Koto na bhora purnima
Andhar aake purde bunkarou
That's when the party starts
We be trapping all night bitch, saari raat
She said "I was waiting in the
Rain but you never came"
I'm sorry baby I was sniffing up the 'caine
Pigs on my back, I was switching up the lanes
Sitting in the Range
I was picking up the change
I've got the golden-brown and the beige-white
We're trapping in the night-time
Till the daylight
I'm a vampire, nothing like Twilight
I moved so much snow I've got frostbite
And I've got some slores on for the weekend
Cocaine, I get more gone like Freeman
We hit the strip, take over in the weekend
Then move to another hood, Adam Deacon
Kobitay bolechhile chondro raat-e
Tumi ashbe kachhe er por kete gechhe
Koto na bhora purnima
I've got my new ho catting for the sniff
Got me hitting balls like I'm
Batting on a pitch
Yeah I bang it with a grin
Bag it in the cling
I was in the trap house chatting to the Jinns
Now we're up in Four Seasons
We've been getting it for four seasons
Leg shot have your whore screaming
When we come around we
Distribute that corn even
I was talking to the demons
Made a little change now I've
Got the slores scheming
Made a little name so these
Bitches wanna play me now
I was doing fine until that
Broke bitch came around
Minute after minute, hour after hour
Gave a ho a line and she
Said it was the power
Them gyal there, five bills for an hour
Pussy so good a man tried to give her dawah
Kobitay bolechhile chondro raat-e
Tumi ashbe kachhe er por kete gechhe
Koto na bhora purnima