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Pop Smoke - Don’t Know Em feat. Rah Swish [Bass Boosted]
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke
Vocals
Rah Swish
Rah Swish
Vocals
Axl Beats
Axl Beats
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rahlique Devawn Wilks
Rahlique Devawn Wilks
Lyrics
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Lyrics
Manalla Yusuf Abdul Aziz
Manalla Yusuf Abdul Aziz
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
David Bone
David Bone
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Corey "Cutz" Nutile
Corey "Cutz" Nutile
Recording Engineer
Axl Beats
Axl Beats
Producer

Letras

Man, I'm fuckin' gone nigga Yo Rah, we outta here nigga, it is I can barely walk nigga I be down the stairs 'cause, this shit crazy bro Like, yo, bro Yo, yo, yo, who the fuck is this nigga walkin' out here? Yo Rah, yo, let me see that shit nigga Fuck is wrong with this nigga? I'm like, "Who these niggas?" (Who these niggas?) I don't know 'em (I don't know 'em) Rockstar, up and raisin', boy start throwin' (throwin') Bullets blazin' (blazin') Boy, tuck and rollin' (rollin', rollin') What's your name? (What's your name?) Where you goin'? (Where you goin'? Look, shots) Bodies droppin', I'ma pop 'em if I spot 'em (brrt, bah) I think I shot him, hope I got him in his noggin, look (brrt, bah) Pussy, don't play with your background (what?) Take it off safety, then back down (grrt) All these niggas drunk so they act wild (huh?) I gotta clear out a packed crowd Oh, you thought I was slippin'? (Ha, you thought wrong) Because I was sippin'? (Off the 'Tron) This Glock that I'm holdin', it won't leave a witness Nigga you trippin' (grrt, baow) See, over here? (Over here) You don't got no business (you don't got no business) You wanna be sneaky (haha) Now look what that get you? (Look) Paramedics, pick him up But how the fuck they get the addy? (Wait) I think it's all 'cause of this opp's bitch (for real?) I had with me boolin' in Cali' (look) But fuck it, I'm here and a stick with me (brrt) My location off, how they get to me? (Brrt) Got a .30 with me, he could hit for free (bah) Put bullet holes in his Givenchy tee (look) Wait, say your grace You watch your mouth You watch your place You can't be mad when I up it to your face I wonder what woulda happened if I missed you?
Writer(s): Bashar Barakah Jackson, Manalla Abdulaziz Yusuf, Rahlique Wilks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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