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Pop Smoke - Merci Beaucoup (Visualizer)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke
Vocals
Mike Larson
Mike Larson
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Lyrics
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Songwriter
Chad Hugo
Chad Hugo
Composer
Yosief Tafari
Yosief Tafari
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Neptunes
The Neptunes
Producer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
David Bone
David Bone
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ciel Eckard-Lee
Ciel Eckard-Lee
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chase Davis
Chase Davis
Recording Engineer
Ryan Press
Ryan Press
Recording Engineer
Corey "Cutz" Nutile
Corey "Cutz" Nutile
Recording Engineer
Mike Larson
Mike Larson
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Woo (haha) Wait Catch a opp and I'm takin' his jewelry (bah) Catch a opp and I'm takin' his jewelry, huh, wait (bah, woo) Hahaha (hahaha) Yeah, hol' on Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo Catch a opp and I'm takin' his jewelry (baow) Catch a opp and I'm takin' his jewelry Look, I said, "Don't get it twisted Just 'cause I smile a lot, that don't mean I'm with the foolery" (bah) When I walk in my school All the staff "Woo" at me, I'm like, "You used to tutor me" (what?) I stay in the cut like a Band-Aid (cut) And that's where my shooters be (bah) Run down, gun tucked, tool on me, tool on me (grrrt, woo) Rah Swish, Pop Smoke (Pop Smoke), they do not know what you started I pop a Perc', go retarded, then mack up the 'Rari Then fuck in my grandma' department I'm rockin' Louis V, Louis V (Louis V) 'cause I ain't too pressed with Dior No telling, but I'm the Messiah, now I'm the creator I got the drip in my pools I can not never, I could never kiss a whore Fuck her life up, then go up on tour, huh She know we up on the board I got the four-five tucked in my drawers They like, "What's on your ring?" eleven Carats That come with a bad bitch and a mansion and she from Paris Merci beaucoup (merci beaucoup), I don't got nothin' to prove (nah) It's either you win or you lose, it's either you win or you lose And I'on't really care what your gang claim All I know is my niggas is woo Saucin', hol' on, woos, huh, I shoot a nigga out the coupe Wait (woo, woo) Catch a opp and I'm takin' his jewelry Catch a opp and I'm takin' his jewelry, wait (woo, woo) Catch a opp and I'm takin' his jewelry Catch a opp and I'm takin' his jewelry Cash Wait Catch a opp and I'm takin' his jewelry Catch a opp and I'm takin' his jewelry, wait (woo, woo) Catch a opp and I'm takin' his jewelry Catch a opp and I'm takin' his jewelry Be in control of your own shit, of your own creations Know what I'm sayin'? Like be a creator (wait) Like, I feel, like, when you create your shit When you know what you want, know what I mean? (Wait) Don't let nobody get in between you and your creation If you want somethin', it gotta be that (wait) Make it 'cause you know it Nobody can't tell you, know what I'm sayin'? (wait) I wasn't thinkin' about the masses yet I'm thinkin' 'bout my hood (wait) You know what I'm sayin'? I'm like, "Nah, I got to drop another one for the hood" As long as you ain't on no sucker shit, you'll be a'ight (wait) You good, real niggas gonna vibe with real niggas Know what I'm sayin'? You ain't woo, you ain't winnin' in this shit
Writer(s): Pharrell L. Williams, Chad Hugo, Bashar Barakah Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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