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POP SMOKE - MPR (PANIC PART 3 REMIX) OFFICIAL VIDEO [SHOT BY V.LENS]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke
Rap
808MeloBeats
808MeloBeats
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Loblack
Andre Loblack
Songwriter
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Songwriter
Ricardo Lamarre
Ricardo Lamarre
Songwriter
Steven Victor
Steven Victor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
808MeloBeats
808MeloBeats
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Dom Martin
Dom Martin
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

This is a mellow I need that money, that pow'r, respect I need that money, that pow'r, respect I need that money, that pow'r, respect I need that money, that pow'r, respect I need that money I need that money, that pow'r, respect I need that money, that pow'r, respect Wait, It's big 092MLBOA Teach you You gotta gun, nigga Me too, me too Fly down your block like an eagle (eagle) We makin' movies like regal (boom,boom,boom,boom) Teach you No, you can't hide, boy, I see you See you, you ain't getting bread nigga, g'd you Fuck is you talking bout? Back out, brush em Know some niggas that shoot you for nothin' Gang get to spin only morning, no politics ain't no discussions Back at your knife, cut em, come to my block, rush em' Beam, everyboy gots the cig homie And we gone hurt you if you touch 'em Tell this beat poppin', stunnin' They see me start running 'cause they know the gang, and I'm reppin Treesha! Dirty Diana go get a breath mint before you come get in session Watchu know bout, watchu know bout fuckin 'lil Texas? Hurry Dirty the weapon, gun thinking like its Tetris Woo Woo back, walk in your party with 2 straps Walk in your party like who dat? Saint Laurent then we gone shoot that Shoot first, shoot back It's automatic when the woos clap Lot a talk on my name, can't prove that Niggas say I'm a bitch, I'm like who dat? I come on the block with like two 9's Everybody know I'm nine, too Gun to his head if he die, woo If you don't like me I don't like you, woo I'm 823, and I'm certified Know that I'm cool, let that burner fly I fuck with some movers and Maybachs I fuck with some rollers and paybacks Smuff Vito, give two shits like free throws Pick up your shots, then reload No, we don't fuck with them people On the block with a choppa with just me and Choppa we chillin, we killas and scamming niggas Know the force from the H to the K to the rock Free milly G's out the slamma, nigga Osha 30 yeah I play with that steal in Construction, I play with that hammer, nigga I don't play disrespect, nigga Watch what you say, my .38 never jam, my nigga 808, 808 Shoot, then I get away, then I go skate in a JL8 Sealed away Brodie got locked, but he out 'cause he pullin that pillow weight Tell her wait No, I can't fuck you today, so you know that, I tell her wait Heaven gates I'm tryna send him to heaven gates I need that money, that pow'r, respect I need that money, that pow'r, respect I need that money, that pow'r, respect I need that money, that pow'r, respect I need that money I need that money, that pow'r, respect I need that money, that pow'r, respect Wait, It's big 092MLBOA Teach you
Writer(s): Andre Michael Loblack, Bashar Barakah Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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