Balenci Lyrics (English Translation) – Shubh
“Balenci” Lyrics by Shubh is a fresh Punjabi track performed by Shubh. The music is crafted by Offsneak and ProdGK, while Shubh himself pens the new lyrics for “Balenci.”
The track “Balenci” by Shubh revolves around themes of showcasing one’s style, confidence, and achievements. He reflects on his luxurious fashion choices, including “Balenci”aga footwear, and contrasts his vibrant urban lifestyle with his roots in the village. The lyrics touch on loyalty, friendships, and overcoming obstacles while remaining authentic.
Additionally, the song emphasizes his ascent within the rap industry, earning admiration, and embracing a fearless, dynamic lifestyle brimming with swagger and attitude.
Balenci (English Translation)
[Chorus]
The wind blows in the village, I’m relaxing in the modda (car)
I go to the city, look at my feet, I’m wearing Balenci (Balenciaga shoes)
My village’s style is expensive, the drip is pricey
Tell me, friends, which city has swag like this, billo (brother)?
The wind blows in the village, I’m relaxing in the modda
I go to the city, look at my feet, I’m wearing Balenci
My village’s style is expensive, the drip is pricey
Tell me, friends, which city has swag like this, billo?
[Verse 1]
This is some legendary shit, I’ve got Defenders parked
I’ve got a job in the village, I’ve got Bentleys parked at night
I’ve got a girl with me, no lies on my back (no backstabbing)
I’ve brought a sharp knife, I’ve got chambers (guns) loaded
That guy is seven feet tall, wearing full voile (fabric)
Whoever tries to talk to me, does it with caution (respectfully)
How should I ask for directions from these fools?
I asked the Billboard-charting girl from Majha
[Verse 2]
When I pierce the target in the field up north
I eat (enjoy) the fruits of my rightful earnings, the greedy ones get scared
I never thought this much, that people would think this way
I wrote my own style, now some guys call me a copycat
I wrote my own style, now some guys call me a copycat
I wrote my own style, now they call me…
[Chorus]
The wind blows in the village, I’m relaxing in the modda
I go to the city, look at my feet, I’m wearing Balenci
My village’s style is expensive, the drip is pricey
Tell me, friends, which city has swag like this, billo?
[Verse 3]
I’ve got a chain of diamonds, a sangal (a type of chain) is also around my neck
New Chakki (likely a custom wheel), a Beretta tucked in my side bag
The loyalty here runs deeper than even dogs’
I got a tattoo of my hood, billo, freshly stamped on my back
[Verse 4]
Those guys don’t get the vibe, they just go to big studios
Here, we make bangers even in closed spaces (humble setups)
They used to run to get signed by labels
Now, no one can find a match for our level
Guys do battles, here it’s the feast of rap
They come riding bikes, youth kicks in with full force
Bring the mic on, tell me who will dare to spit a verse
When I start a song, it causes destruction like a tsunami
[Chorus]
The wind blows in the village, I’m relaxing in the modda
I go to the city, look at my feet, I’m wearing Balenci
My village’s style is expensive, the drip is pricey
Tell me, friends, which city has swag like this, billo?
