CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Chal Mere Naal
Chal mere naal, take a walk with me
I'll buy you Birkin bags and buy you Fendi jeans
I'll show you how to trap and how to sell the dreams
Paise laike yaar and bring it all to me
Chal mere naal, take a walk with me
I'll buy you Birkin bags and buy you Fendi jeans
I'll show you how to trap and how to sell the dreams
Paise laike yaar and bring it all to me
Let me tell you a kahaani
I met this janaani, she was at a party
She was looking like Barbie
I swear she could have sniffed up a chaabi
I took her to the disco
I beat that puddi up like Klitschko
Then I dropped the b*t*h home
She told me that she needs to make some quick dough
She said she prayed nightly
Her Mumzy had cancer, it was stage type three
She just had a baby after eight or nine weeks
So she was out here tryna get paid like me
Turning tricks whatever day it might be
She was up all night sniffing yay like me
She was getting paid nightly
But one day the dom split and she got HIV
Chal mere naal, take a walk with me
I'll buy you Birkin bags and buy you Fendi jeans
I'll show you how to trap and how to sell the dreams
Paise laikeya and bring it all to me
Chal mere naal, take a walk with me
I'll buy you Birkin bags and buy you Fendi jeans
I'll show you how to trap and how to sell the dreams
Paise laikeya and bring it all to me
She's out trapping all night from the sunset
She just wants to sail into the sunset
Just had a yute, that kid ain't even one yet
And the Dad left early, he said she was a dumb sket
She told me that her life was full of bloodshed
When she was five her Dad buss open her Mum's head
They were living in a room and it was sublet
Life's sh*t so she's always getting upset
She's crying all night when she lays awake
She told me that she needs something to take the pain away
I just give her the meds so she can fade away
Who am I to tell her that this ain't the way?
Cause Bushra's got a baby, the dad's a deadbeat
Bushra's gotta hit the strip just to make ends meet
Bushra gives mad brains but she's a dead beat
So Bushra's gotta suck c*cks just to make ends meet
Chal mere naal, take a walk with me
I'll buy you Birkin bags and buy you Fendi jeans
I'll show you how to trap and how to sell the dreams
Paise laike yaar and bring it all to me
Chal mere naal, take a walk with me
I'll buy you Birkin bags and buy you Fendi jeans
I'll show you how to trap and how to sell the dreams
Paise laike yaar and bring it all to me
I'll buy you Birkin bags and buy you Fendi jeans
I'll show you how to trap and how to sell the dreams
Paise laike yaar and bring it all to me
Chal mere naal, take a walk with me
I'll buy you Birkin bags and buy you Fendi jeans
I'll show you how to trap and how to sell the dreams
Paise laike yaar and bring it all to me
Let me tell you a kahaani
I met this janaani, she was at a party
She was looking like Barbie
I swear she could have sniffed up a chaabi
I took her to the disco
I beat that puddi up like Klitschko
Then I dropped the b*t*h home
She told me that she needs to make some quick dough
She said she prayed nightly
Her Mumzy had cancer, it was stage type three
She just had a baby after eight or nine weeks
So she was out here tryna get paid like me
Turning tricks whatever day it might be
She was up all night sniffing yay like me
She was getting paid nightly
But one day the dom split and she got HIV
Chal mere naal, take a walk with me
I'll buy you Birkin bags and buy you Fendi jeans
I'll show you how to trap and how to sell the dreams
Paise laikeya and bring it all to me
Chal mere naal, take a walk with me
I'll buy you Birkin bags and buy you Fendi jeans
I'll show you how to trap and how to sell the dreams
Paise laikeya and bring it all to me
She's out trapping all night from the sunset
She just wants to sail into the sunset
Just had a yute, that kid ain't even one yet
And the Dad left early, he said she was a dumb sket
She told me that her life was full of bloodshed
When she was five her Dad buss open her Mum's head
They were living in a room and it was sublet
Life's sh*t so she's always getting upset
She's crying all night when she lays awake
She told me that she needs something to take the pain away
I just give her the meds so she can fade away
Who am I to tell her that this ain't the way?
Cause Bushra's got a baby, the dad's a deadbeat
Bushra's gotta hit the strip just to make ends meet
Bushra gives mad brains but she's a dead beat
So Bushra's gotta suck c*cks just to make ends meet
Chal mere naal, take a walk with me
I'll buy you Birkin bags and buy you Fendi jeans
I'll show you how to trap and how to sell the dreams
Paise laike yaar and bring it all to me
Chal mere naal, take a walk with me
I'll buy you Birkin bags and buy you Fendi jeans
I'll show you how to trap and how to sell the dreams
Paise laike yaar and bring it all to me
