CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Haraam Life
Yo
Frenzo
Harami
Living that haraam life
Astaghfirullah
I ain't prayed in a long time brudda trust me
I remember days I was gripping on tasbih
Nowadays I?m on the roads looking for some masti
Money went low so I went and got a gashti
Them man talking sh*t I tell them dun the noise
We used to be hype, now we humble boys
We used to smoke fluff when we were younger boys
Now if it's not Connected Co then it's Jungle Boys
I?m in the w**** house on a sporty one
Tracksuit on smoking 41
New b*t*h on, she's a naughty one
I wanted a Benz she went and bought me one
My brudda's got the steel like King Arthur
If you f**k with me you better have some thick armour
Right now, I'm off to hit a big d***ah
Skinny Paki but I'm always with a big karla
I guess I lied when I said no punchlines
'Cause I'm smoking Peanut B***er when it's crunch time
Me and Switch on the strip on the frontline
When I was fourteen I was billing up a cunch line
Couple more bars then this rhyme?s gonna done
I tell my little Pakis that their time?s gonna come
Just take it easy and do right by your Mum
Don't sell your soul or waste your life for the funds
But I can?t talk I get 'caine in a slab
Been trapping all night I've got pain in my back
When I get back I'm blazing a pack
If it?s not Cookies then it's Alien Labs
We ain't got time for a sour hater
One brudda left, came back an hour later
We just out here tryna get our paper
One line will have you moving like a Power Ranger
It's the Dubba Squad, we get the dubba gone
Tell me akh, where'd you get your dubba from?
This is a short rap not a lamba song
Cuz I've gotta hit this shot before this banda's gone
They wanna know how I live luxury
I was in the traphouse with a kanjari
It was prison workshop when they come for me
I was tea-packing in my white dungarees
Trap for Ammi, she don't want sh*t from me
She tells me she doesn't need my haraam money
I touch my ears when I make Tawbah
It's been five years since I kept a roza
Take a look in my eyes, you can see the pain
I remember nights I was trapping in the rain
Back then I never thought that things would change
Now I'm looking at the Range with the wooden grain
2019, time to stack proper
F**k Roka I'm just tryna eat doner
Yo brudda, tell them
It's going off like the electric in Jhelum
Frenzo
Harami
Living that haraam life
Astaghfirullah
I ain't prayed in a long time brudda trust me
I remember days I was gripping on tasbih
Nowadays I?m on the roads looking for some masti
Money went low so I went and got a gashti
Them man talking sh*t I tell them dun the noise
We used to be hype, now we humble boys
We used to smoke fluff when we were younger boys
Now if it's not Connected Co then it's Jungle Boys
I?m in the w**** house on a sporty one
Tracksuit on smoking 41
New b*t*h on, she's a naughty one
I wanted a Benz she went and bought me one
My brudda's got the steel like King Arthur
If you f**k with me you better have some thick armour
Right now, I'm off to hit a big d***ah
Skinny Paki but I'm always with a big karla
I guess I lied when I said no punchlines
'Cause I'm smoking Peanut B***er when it's crunch time
Me and Switch on the strip on the frontline
When I was fourteen I was billing up a cunch line
Couple more bars then this rhyme?s gonna done
I tell my little Pakis that their time?s gonna come
Just take it easy and do right by your Mum
Don't sell your soul or waste your life for the funds
But I can?t talk I get 'caine in a slab
Been trapping all night I've got pain in my back
When I get back I'm blazing a pack
If it?s not Cookies then it's Alien Labs
We ain't got time for a sour hater
One brudda left, came back an hour later
We just out here tryna get our paper
One line will have you moving like a Power Ranger
It's the Dubba Squad, we get the dubba gone
Tell me akh, where'd you get your dubba from?
This is a short rap not a lamba song
Cuz I've gotta hit this shot before this banda's gone
They wanna know how I live luxury
I was in the traphouse with a kanjari
It was prison workshop when they come for me
I was tea-packing in my white dungarees
Trap for Ammi, she don't want sh*t from me
She tells me she doesn't need my haraam money
I touch my ears when I make Tawbah
It's been five years since I kept a roza
Take a look in my eyes, you can see the pain
I remember nights I was trapping in the rain
Back then I never thought that things would change
Now I'm looking at the Range with the wooden grain
2019, time to stack proper
F**k Roka I'm just tryna eat doner
Yo brudda, tell them
It's going off like the electric in Jhelum
