Azanti – Late 4 Dinner Lyrics
Azanti, a singer from South Africa, releases the official lyrics to his song, “Late 4 Dinner.”
Full Songs Lyrics:
[Intro]
You must be ready for my love tonight (London)
Keys to my whip, drivin’ this shit
Drivin’ it straight to you, drivin’ it straight
[Verse 1]
I can tell, I can tell that you want this
‘Cause you called up my phone really early tonight
I can tell by the way that you’re talkin’
That you’ve been waiting and biding your time, baby
And I know, and I know that you want me
And I know, and I know that you want my love
So, tonight, you tell me you’re mine
Nah, no-oh
[Pre-Chorus]
Sare ma, sare ma, sare
Mm, ma binu si mi miole wale
Tellin’ you I’m drunk but you want me to drive
You must be ready for my love tonight
Mm, sare ma, sare ma, sare
I don’t need no postcode, baby, ma sare
So I get the keys to my whip (Whip)
Drivin’ this shit (Shit)
Drivin’ it straight to you
[Chorus]
Zoom, zoom in my Beamеr
‘Cause I don’t wanna be late for dinnеr
‘Cause I just linked somadina (Somadina)
Mm, in the back of the Beamer (Of the Beamer), mm, yeah
Zim, zim my Beamer, mm, yeah
And it couldn’t get realer, oh, yeah
Ghostface killer, uh, yeah
Inna the damn Beamer, oh-oh
In the back of the Beamer (Beamer)
I’m gonna be late for dinner (Dinner)
‘Cause I just linked somadina (Somadina)
Mm, in the back of the Beamer (Of the Beamer), mm, yeah
Zim, zim my Beamer, mm, yeah
And it couldn’t get realer, oh, yeah
Ghostface killer, uh, yeah
Inna the damn Beamer, oh-oh
In the back of the Beamer
[Verse 2]
She no dey rest, rest, rest (She no dey rest)
When I hit it from the back, back, back (Hit it from the back)
‘Cause she knows her body’s fi-fi-fire (She’s fire, fire)
So the tension don dey raise for my body, oh (Body, yeah)
Mm, make I press, press, press (Make I press)
Make I feel up on your chest, chest, chest (Make I feel up on your chest)
When I was on the express, ‘press, ‘press
I was thinkin’ of you, of you
I even got a tattoo
I can show you after we done wreckin’ the room
No pressure, what we finna do?
‘Cause I know you like it dirty, no rules
Patience is gone
You’re takin’ off
All of your clothes
No, oh, oh-oh
[Pre-Chorus]
Sare ma, sare ma, sare
Mm, ma binu si mi miole wale
Tellin’ you I’m drunk but you want me to drive
You must be ready for my love tonight
Mm, sare ma, sare ma, sare
I don’t need no postcode, baby, ma sare
So I get the keys to my whip (Whip)
Drivin’ this shit (Shit)
Drivin’ it straight to you
[Chorus]
Zoom, zoom in my Beamer
‘Cause I don’t wanna be late for dinner
‘Cause I just linked somadina (Somadina)
Mm, in the back of the Beamer (Of the Beamer), mm, yeah
Zim, zim my Beamer, mm, yeah
And it couldn’t get realer, oh, yeah
Ghostface killer, uh, yeah
Inna the damn Beamer, oh-oh
In the back of the Beamer (Beamer)
I’m gonna be late for dinner (Dinner)
‘Cause I just linked somadina (Somadina)
Mm, in the back of the Beamer (Of the Beamer), mm, yeah
Zim, zim my Beamer, mm, yeah
And it couldn’t get realer, oh, yeah
Ghostface killer, uh, yeah
Inna the damn Beamer, oh-oh
[Outro]
In the back of the Beamer (Beamer)
I’m gonna be late for dinner (Dinner)
‘Cause I just linked somadina (Somadina)
Mm, in the back of the Beamer, mm, yeah
Zim, zim my Beamer (Beamer)
And it couldn’t get realer (Realer)
Ghostface killer (Killer)
Inna the damn Beamer (Beamer)
In the back of the Beamer
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