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Hardrock - 1of1 (official audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hardrock
Hardrock
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Testerman
Matthew Testerman
Songwriter
Barry Holloway
Barry Holloway
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zodiac
Zodiac
Producer

Lyrics

(Vanguard) Uh-huh-huh-huh Mm, mm Mm, mm I look at myself, I say that you know you the one My mind is a weapon, a gun Bitch, you know that I'm one of one, yeah The one and the only You was tryna stop me, why you hold me? Now the up nigga up, now you know me We can connect the play like it's Sony We was in the five-star restaurant eating fish and chips She going crazy, she blowin' up my phone and shit I told her, "Baby, calm down, get a grip" I'm drinking on potion, it's Hi-Tech when I sip I feel I got perfection like a Adinkra symbol I call the gang, the squad, they all assemble You see I'm blowing, I'm popping like a pimple You think I'm spazzing, but to me, this simple I beat all the odds, I beat all the doubts 'Bout to stuff these racks in my Goyard pouch A whole lot is coming that I'm gon' announce Got 'em duckin' and dodgin', I make the opps crouch Yes, it's Tokyo, Number (N)ine the blouse Get this lil' hoe jumpin', jumpin' out the house She gon' give me top up up on the couch Got it out the mud, a dog from the South No, no, baby, photos not allowed Walk up in the spot smelling like some loud Bitch, I'm tryna surf, jump up on the crowd Chilling with my wolves and they like to howl Told the lil' ho push up, take her out of town Red dot your nose, nigga, you a clown I walk through your hood, came out safe and sound And if it's an issue, I'm busting these rounds I look at myself, I say that you know you the one My mind is a weapon, a gun Bitch, you know that I'm one of one, yeah The one and the only You was tryna stop me, why you hold me? Now the up nigga up, now you know me We can connect the play like it's Sony We was in the five-star restaurant eating fish and chips She going crazy, she blowin' up my phone and shit I told her, "Baby, calm down, get a grip" I'm drinking on potion, it's Hi-Tech when I sip I feel I got perfection like a Adinkra symbol I call the gang, the squad, they all assemble You see I'm blowing, I'm popping like a pimple You think I'm spazzing, but to me, this simple I beat all the odds, I beat all the doubts 'Bout to stuff these racks in my Goyard pouch A whole lot is coming that I'm gon' announce Got 'em duckin' and dodgin', I make the opps crouch Yes, it's Tokyo, Number (N)ine the blouse Get this lil' hoe jumpin', jumpin' out the house She gon' give me top up up on the couch Got it out the mud, a dog from the South
Writer(s): Matthew Testerman, Divjot Anand Singh, Holloway Barry Israel Jr, Sean K Reid Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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