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Pop Smoke - Be Clearr (Audio)
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INTERPRÉTATION
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke
Interprète
Gerail Harvey
Gerail Harvey
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Gerail Harvey
Gerail Harvey
Paroles/Composition
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Relly Made
Relly Made
Production
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Sage Skolfield
Sage Skolfield
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Sean Solymar
Sean Solymar
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Rose Adams
Rose Adams
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Corey "Cutz" Nutile
Corey "Cutz" Nutile
Ingénierie de prise de son
50 Cent
50 Cent
Production déléguée
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Production déléguée
Rico Beats
Rico Beats
Production déléguée
Steven Victor
Steven Victor
Production déléguée

Paroles

Long nights, in the trap, it got a nigga sick It got a nigga this, far Yes it did, yes it did, yes I did But be clear I just pulled up to TD in I8 We all getting money then why hate? Smoove Heasy the renty like why wait? We the hottest in the tri-state My niggas gon' raise up the crime rate If you try to play with me So don't play with me, yeah, yeah, yeah Pull up to the party, guess what we in Who coming in? I'm like, all of us I'm from a town where we pour the Henny in double cups It's enough Henny for all of us We getting money we mix the Buscemi With all of the Fendi designer stuff Just pulled 20K, I've been getting my way Top down in the wraith, baddie giving me face AP from a touch down, I just pulled from a chase Shout out my lawyer, he just beat my case Long nights, in the trap, it got a nigga sick It got a nigga this, far Yes it did, yes it did, yes I did But be clear Be clear when I say in Allah I got faith I ain't jacking a lot of you niggas Got the ice on my neck call me Bobby Boucher Reach and I pull the trigger I don't care who fake I fuck with the real I roll around with my hitters, hitters, hitters, hitters Be clear when I say in Allah I got faith I ain't jacking a lot of you niggas Got the ice on my neck call me Bobby Boucher Reach and I pull the trigger I don't care who fake I fuck with the real I roll around with my hitters, hitters, hitters, hitters Long nights, in the trap, it got a nigga sick It got a nigga this, far Yes it did, yes it did, yes I did But be clear
Writer(s): Bashar Barakah Jackson, Gerail Harvey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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