On the Grind, 18
Hydra, Fudok, eskere
Moving bricks like Noriega
Cooking beats in the bodega
They call me Hydraciaga
All white, Balenciaga
Moving bricks like Noriega
Cooking beats in the bodega
They call me Hydraciaga
All white, Balenciaga
Boy you never heard this voice like that
Yea i was the one with the black hat
Acting like you didn't see me, i know you a rat
Don't ask me where i was at
I hate snitches, i hit them with a baseball bat
Once you reveal where the plug at
They'll do anything to copycat
As it has happened to Snapchat, (Woah)
Y'all sound the the f*cking same
Now it's time to change the game
I prefer fame over money
They prefer money over fame
Cash would chase anyway my name
Bro you so lame
I wonder how you cannot be ashamed
I conquered even before i came
Secure the bag, this is what i aim
I shine on you hoes, call me Gucci Mane (Gucci)
Stars are aligned, everything is well timed
There are so many mounts that i've climbed
Working harder than your whole crew combined
When it comes to music, i'm a mastermind
One of a kind
They know that, i don't have to remind
If you don't believe that, nevermind
Cause imma member of the On the Grind (Brrr, OG)
Moving bricks like Noriega
Cooking beats in the bodega
They call me Hydraciaga
All white, Balenciaga
Moving bricks like Noriega
Cooking beats in the bodega
They call me Hydraciaga
All white, Balenciaga
Eskere, brrr
On the Grind, 1-2, brrrah
Ah, yea
Resto con i mie negri nella city
Yea, resto con i veri non voglio inviti
Vieni vieni vieni vieni
Tanto siete quattro scemi
Tanto vali solo zero
Sputo sui vostri quartieri
Dai serio, facciamo i seri
Pensi che il sogno si avveri?
TB non teme sti freni,
TB giovani guerrieri,
Fai il negro del blocco
Ma appena ti tocco ti metti a chiamare la police
Ma manco ti tocco, manco ti racconto cos' ho fatto ad ogni tua bitch
Ay, lei mi regala Supreme
Ay, entro pure senza pin
Ay, FK sex appeal
Ay, pure dopo vodka e gin
Ay, mi metto una giacca da 1k, non l'ho pagata
A te 1k te lo regala mamma
Ormai questo tempo no, non mi inganna
Puoi starne certo che non cambio maglia
Puoi starne certo che il lettino sbaglia
Puoi starne certo fra che ti fumo e ti butto terra e ti schiaccio come sta paglia,
Non mi fido di nessuno, non lo faccio per nessuno
Ogni giorno fumo fumo fumo
Mai leccato, piuttosto a digiuno (Brr)
Tommy Hydra - Balenciaga (feat. Fudok TB) Lyrics
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On the Grind, 18
Hydra, Fudok, eskere
Moving bricks like Noriega
Cooking beats in the bodega
They call me Hydraciaga
All white, Balenciaga
Moving bricks like Noriega
Cooking beats in the bodega
They call me Hydraciaga
All white, Balenciaga
Boy you never heard this voice like that
Yea i was the one with the black hat
Acting like you didn't see me, i know you a rat
Don't ask me where i was at
I hate snitches, i hit them with a baseball bat
Once you reveal where the plug at
They'll do anything to copycat
As it has happened to Snapchat, (Woah)
Y'all sound the the f*cking same
Now it's time to change the game
I prefer fame over money
They prefer money over fame
Cash would chase anyway my name
Bro you so lame
I wonder how you cannot be ashamed
I conquered even before i came
Secure the bag, this is what i aim
I shine on you hoes, call me Gucci Mane (Gucci)
Stars are aligned, everything is well timed
There are so many mounts that i've climbed
Working harder than your whole crew combined
When it comes to music, i'm a mastermind
One of a kind
They know that, i don't have to remind
If you don't believe that, nevermind
Cause imma member of the On the Grind (Brrr, OG)
Moving bricks like Noriega
Cooking beats in the bodega
They call me Hydraciaga
All white, Balenciaga
Moving bricks like Noriega
Cooking beats in the bodega
They call me Hydraciaga
All white, Balenciaga
Eskere, brrr
On the Grind, 1-2, brrrah
Ah, yea
Resto con i mie negri nella city
Yea, resto con i veri non voglio inviti
Vieni vieni vieni vieni
Tanto siete quattro scemi
Tanto vali solo zero
Sputo sui vostri quartieri
Dai serio, facciamo i seri
Pensi che il sogno si avveri?
TB non teme sti freni,
TB giovani guerrieri,
Fai il negro del blocco
Ma appena ti tocco ti metti a chiamare la police
Ma manco ti tocco, manco ti racconto cos' ho fatto ad ogni tua bitch
Ay, lei mi regala Supreme
Ay, entro pure senza pin
Ay, FK sex appeal
Ay, pure dopo vodka e gin
Ay, mi metto una giacca da 1k, non l'ho pagata
A te 1k te lo regala mamma
Ormai questo tempo no, non mi inganna
Puoi starne certo che non cambio maglia
Puoi starne certo che il lettino sbaglia
Puoi starne certo fra che ti fumo e ti butto terra e ti schiaccio come sta paglia,
Non mi fido di nessuno, non lo faccio per nessuno
Ogni giorno fumo fumo fumo
Mai leccato, piuttosto a digiuno (Brr)
Hydra, Fudok, eskere
Moving bricks like Noriega
Cooking beats in the bodega
They call me Hydraciaga
All white, Balenciaga
Moving bricks like Noriega
Cooking beats in the bodega
They call me Hydraciaga
All white, Balenciaga
Boy you never heard this voice like that
Yea i was the one with the black hat
Acting like you didn't see me, i know you a rat
Don't ask me where i was at
I hate snitches, i hit them with a baseball bat
Once you reveal where the plug at
They'll do anything to copycat
As it has happened to Snapchat, (Woah)
Y'all sound the the f*cking same
Now it's time to change the game
I prefer fame over money
They prefer money over fame
Cash would chase anyway my name
Bro you so lame
I wonder how you cannot be ashamed
I conquered even before i came
Secure the bag, this is what i aim
I shine on you hoes, call me Gucci Mane (Gucci)
Stars are aligned, everything is well timed
There are so many mounts that i've climbed
Working harder than your whole crew combined
When it comes to music, i'm a mastermind
One of a kind
They know that, i don't have to remind
If you don't believe that, nevermind
Cause imma member of the On the Grind (Brrr, OG)
Moving bricks like Noriega
Cooking beats in the bodega
They call me Hydraciaga
All white, Balenciaga
Moving bricks like Noriega
Cooking beats in the bodega
They call me Hydraciaga
All white, Balenciaga
Eskere, brrr
On the Grind, 1-2, brrrah
Ah, yea
Resto con i mie negri nella city
Yea, resto con i veri non voglio inviti
Vieni vieni vieni vieni
Tanto siete quattro scemi
Tanto vali solo zero
Sputo sui vostri quartieri
Dai serio, facciamo i seri
Pensi che il sogno si avveri?
TB non teme sti freni,
TB giovani guerrieri,
Fai il negro del blocco
Ma appena ti tocco ti metti a chiamare la police
Ma manco ti tocco, manco ti racconto cos' ho fatto ad ogni tua bitch
Ay, lei mi regala Supreme
Ay, entro pure senza pin
Ay, FK sex appeal
Ay, pure dopo vodka e gin
Ay, mi metto una giacca da 1k, non l'ho pagata
A te 1k te lo regala mamma
Ormai questo tempo no, non mi inganna
Puoi starne certo che non cambio maglia
Puoi starne certo che il lettino sbaglia
Puoi starne certo fra che ti fumo e ti butto terra e ti schiaccio come sta paglia,
Non mi fido di nessuno, non lo faccio per nessuno
Ogni giorno fumo fumo fumo
Mai leccato, piuttosto a digiuno (Brr)
Writer: Tommy Hydra
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