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Pop Smoke - Foreigner feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie (Slowed + Reverb)
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INTERPRÉTATION
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke
Chant
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Chant
808MeloBeats
808MeloBeats
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Paroles
Andre Loblack
Andre Loblack
Composition
Artist Julius Dubose
Artist Julius Dubose
Paroles
Ricardo Lamarre
Ricardo Lamarre
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
808MeloBeats
808MeloBeats
Production
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Sage Skofield
Sage Skofield
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Corey "Cutz" Nutile
Corey "Cutz" Nutile
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Uh? 808Melo Traphouse Mob (Woo) This is a Melo Beat (It's Big 092MLBOA) Foreigner (Grrr) Foreigner (Bah) Foreigner (Woo) Foreigner (Uh?) Foreigner (Grrr) Foreigner (Bah) Foreigner Foreigner My bitch a foreigner and she love to fuck She suck it up, make her fall in love Put that on her tongue, Perky on her tongue She do the walks for us (Walk that shit), make her one of us The gas that I'm smokin' potent Ice on my neck snowin' I'm dark skin, glowin' Off the Perky, I'm rollin' Valet, park it I'm screamin', I'm barkin' They like, "Poppy, why you startin'?" Pop a Perc', go retarded (Woo) They know I'm wildin' and I need that respect Seven hundred grams, icy baguettes Pop Smoke, niggas know I'm up next Drac' keep on shootin' until it's none left I'm 823, yeah, I throw up the set Twenty years old, but I move like the vet You talk out your mouth, you better invest in a vest Nigga, 'cause you could get left Your bitch is a foreigner, huh? I fuck her and pass her Show her the difference between a dog and a master Lamborghini truck, floorin' Got your bitch in the back whorin' She like, "Papi, I adore you" I'm like, "Baby, I ain't normal," (Rrr) Foreigner (Grrr) Foreigner (Bah) Foreigner (Woo) Foreigner (Uh?) Foreigner (Grrr) Foreigner (Bah) Foreigner Foreigner Hoodie on, it get scary Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary Christian Dior I need more Don't do Saint Laurent anymore Yeah, na-na-na, let it off Yeah, let's go Yeah, forty-five in my drawers And they say I sound like a dog, hah On God, I meant fraud I was in all the stores I bought every Hermes scarf, yeah Do you feel me? Thousand pair of Mike Amiris But I still need more I could go on and on, yeah I ain't even gotta talk, yeah Chopper go na-na-na Hoodie on with a semi Young nigga with a Richie Young nigga with a Richie The Richie the one that had came with the big head, nigga, Jimmy Headshot, that's a jimmy Big dawg in my city Kill a opp in this bitch Red dot to her titty, yeah Foreigner (Grrr) Foreigner (Bah) Foreigner (Woo) Foreigner (Uh?) Foreigner (Grrr) Foreigner (Bah) Foreigner Foreigner
Writer(s): Artist Julius Dubose, Andre Loblack, Bashar Barakah Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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