Yaar Mere – Lyrics Meaning in Hindi – Parmish Verma, Raftaar
Gayak: Parmish Verma, Raftaar
Sangeetkaar: Fateh Deep Shoor & Dilin Nair
Geetkaar: Fateh Deep Shoor & Dilin Nair
Yeah, yeah
It’s about time
It’s btizm
Oh, kale rang di aa gaddi, vich ne sawar jehde
Bolan ni dende ghat, puch de sawaal jehde
Paani nafe mange maar, de dende aisi maar jehde
Teri layi ne bane kaal, mere layi ne yaar mere
Oh kale rang ki gaadi hai, jisme voh sawar hai
Bolne nahi dete hai kam, joh sawal puch rahe hai
Paani bhi nahi manghta hai, jisko hum maar dete hai
Aapke liye voh aapka kaal bane hai, mere liye voh mere dost hai
Gaddi naal ne varry dove, chadd de ne tuha billo
Painda jihda hath utthe, kanp diya roohan billo
Haran waale main dene warge hi paad
Hikk chodi karke vi jeet, turre naal-naal mere
Gaadi aur dushmaan dono dhuaan chhodate hai, ladki
Jisko main hath lagta hu, unki aatma kaampane lag jati hai
Haarne wale main panne hi paad dunga
Chhati chodi kar ke jeet sath sath chalti hai mere
Khad’de ne ne raulaa ch naal mere
Main kya naal mere, main kya naal mere
Vairiyan layi bande ne kaal jehde
Main kya yaar mere, main kya yaar mere
Khade hote hai ladayi me mere sath
Maine kaha ‘mere sath’, maine kaha ‘mere sath’
Dushmaano ke liye bante hai joh ‘kaal’
Maine kaha ‘mere dost’, maine kaha ‘mere dost’
Haan..
Seedhi gal munh utthe, kar de na val ke
Yaariyan pagaun munde, hikkan utte chal ke
Hurdi pasand bande, chadd ne tel
Yaaran da daula, vairi di ankh, kude
Same time phadd ke
Seedhi baat bolte hai muh par, peet peeche vaar nahi karte
Dosti nibhate hai ladke, apne par seh kar
Udham machana pasand hai ladkon ko, kisi ko bhi nahi chodhte hai
Dost’on ka daula, dushmaan ki ankh, ladki
Ek hi samay par fadakti hai
Aaye, dalle jehde vi aaye, yaaran ne change tapaye
Kheenchi laqeer, bahunke jaandi kateed
Hawan ch udd’da lendi aa teer
Takh, saanu jaani naa kakh
Drip vi rakh de aa wakh
Ankh’an de utthe christian dior
Louis de cake te khaande pure
Aaye, joh fuddu log aaye, humne unko achhe se sabak seekhaya
Lakeer kheech rakhi hai, kateed bhaunk rahi hai
Hawan me uddta teer voh pakadti hai
Dekho, humko bekaar mat samjhna
Hum andaaz bhi alag rakhte hai
Ankhon par Christian Dior
Louis Vuitton ka cake aur khate hai shuddh
Raftaar! (raa)
All my bros, jo mere yaar
Saare ne bhai vi, gang-gang
Aayi na close poore taiyaar
Haatho mein loha bhi, bang-bang
Raftaar! (raa)
Sabhi mere bhai, joh mere dost hai
Sabhi bhai hai gang-gang
Nazdeek mat aana, poore taiyaar hai
Hatho me loha hai, bang-bang
Aslo se masle sambhale
Hustle’on se apne nikaale
Yaari nibhai hai, kaiyon ki nasle hi rok di
Yaaron ne killiyan thok di khulli tabahi hai
Ye mere bhai hai
Hathiyaar’on se masle sambhale hai
Kadi mehanat se apne doston ko nikala hai
Dosti nibhayi hai, Kuch logon ki nasal hi rok di humne
Doston ne kamal kar diya, khulli tabhai hai
Yeh mere bhai hai
Har raat kalesh, ferrari mein court mein pesh
Khulla aadesh
Jo bhaiyon se uljhe woh chhod ke bhagenge desh
Yaari hai kya? Raaja na koi fakeer
Saath mein chale mundeer
Yaari hai kya loyality wala zameer
Yaari hai patthhar lakeer
Har rat kalesh, Ferrari me court jaate hai
Khulla aadesh hai
Joh bhaiyon se uljhe ga, voh desh chhodhkar bhaagega
Dosti hai kya? Na koi raja hai na koi fakeer
Sath me chalta hai jhund
Dosti hai kya? wafadari wala zameer
Dosti hai patthar par lakeer
Street code munde billo, karde swing ni
Prakat ho jaiye, kar de na ring ni
Dende naiyo kalla billo story’an ch saath makha
Shot’an ch vi khade kude, ohiya’n ne chaar jehde
Ladke Street code nahi swing karte hai, ladki
Prakat ho jate hai phone nahi karte hai
Sirf story me hi nahi sath dete
Shot’s me bhi joh sath khade hote hai, ladki, voh hi chaar dost
Khad’de ne ne raula ch naal mere
Main kya naal mere, main kya naal mere
Vairiyan layi bande ne kaal jehde
Main kya yaar mere, main kya yaar mere
Khade hote hai ladayi me mere sath
Maine kaha ‘mere sath’, maine kaha ‘mere sath’
Dushmaano ke liye bante hai joh ‘kaal’
Maine kaha ‘mere dost’, maine kaha ‘mere dost’
Unknown calleran te known mustang ni
Phone ta smooth vairi kar daiyan hang ni
Mud toh aa desi ach scent vi chakke challe
Lambo vich poora aayi lander-slang ni
Agyaat caller, gyaat Mustang
Phone toh smooth hai, dushmaan tang dete hai
Hum shuruvat se desi hai, boli bolne ka dang bahut sa apnaya
Lambo me islander slang chalte hai
Jdm caran vich, jaan ‘shooq diyan daaran lagde
R girl da gehda pehju, kisi baigaane paara
Sydney west de vich aa hood te kehnde hood vajje no good
Mount duneed ch lagge dere via hate jitthe maare gehde
Jdm gaddiyon me jan zokhim me dalkar daud lagate hai
R girl ka chakar lagta hai bhari padega kisi begane par
Sydney west me hai jhund aur kehte hai ki jhund achha nahi hai
Mount Druitt (suburb of Sydney) me dera laga Rakha hai jahan voh nafrat ki vajah se chakar lagate hai
My break, my fam
My goons, my clan
My thugs, my blood
My dogs, my gang
My break, my fam
My goons, my clan
My thugs, my blood
My dogs, my gang
Mera break, meri mashooriyat
Mere gunde, mera kabila
Mere thugs, mera khoon
Mere kutte, mera giroh
Mera break, meri mashooriyat
Mere gunde, mera kabila
Mere thugs, mera khoon
Mere kutte, mera giroh
