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next up - frenzo harami lyrics

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[intro]
harami
you know how we do
big pimpin’ baby
straight raami business
big up all my apne, all my karle, all my goreh
it’s the dubba squad – we get the dubba gone!

[verse 1]
you know we get dough for certain, already met your girl that’s a ho for certain (slag)
i would have had that ho working, i would have had her on a pole jerking
i would have had her on a stage twerking, instead you got her in a beige birkin
i told them all before but they ain’t learning, we still out here night and day working
my grub’s afghan and my whip’s german, pigs on my back so i stay swerving
just sniffed a line now i’m wave surfing, got me paranoid like “shut that bay curtain!”
old b-tch acting up i got a new girl in, mix the raw then i make magic like merlin
i make the bricks disappear like i’m houdini, hitting shots bait face, f-ck who sees me
you ain’t ever met a paki as bad as me, no cornershop but we got the magazines
and we make the bells ring like a tambourine, my yute’s got his mask on like it’s halloween
we selling crack from chingford to aberdeen, i send the packs out they send the cash back to me
frenzy – i’m haraam like gelatine, i sniffed my first line when i was seventeen
my bro nabi, linked me wasabi, picked up a chaabi, left it with bhabhi, went and linked uncle, flipped it in one call, went back to abba, got another dubba

[hook]
harami’s back, you ain’t getting those chaabi’s back
with a couple pakis and somalis akh, somebody tell me where the party’s at, yo

[verse 2]
you can bring your bredrin, i got the raw flake it’ll make your head spin
i’m with the baker cooking the kitchen, we keep the cocaine by the breadbin
f-ck your valentine she ain’t as bad as mine, white b-tch just did the fattest line
c-ke wh-r- carley, she’s on the charlie, i left her with a box she started sniffing up the chaabi
tell my ho where to go next, they’re so vexed i just sniffed up a rolex
we’ve got bare grub fam there’s no shortage, i sniffed a quarter-brick i could have got a mortgage
i don’t chat on the gram, i move packs in the back of the van
harami’s back with a bang nah, harami racked up a gram

[hook]
harami’s back, you ain’t getting those chaabi’s back
with a couple pakis and somalis akh, somebody tell me where the party’s at, yo
harami’s back, i came through with a party pack
if you try a ting you’ll get your carti jacked, and you ain’t ever getting those car keys back
akh

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