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Pop Smoke - Tell The Vision (Lyrics) ft. Kanye West, Pusha T
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INTERPRÉTATION
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke
Chant
Kanye West
Kanye West
Chant
Pusha T
Pusha T
Chant
Boogz
Boogz
Programmation
Rico Beats
Rico Beats
Programmation
SethInTheKitchen
SethInTheKitchen
Programmation
FNZ
FNZ
Programmation
Jalil Peraza
Jalil Peraza
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Michael Mule
Michael Mule
Paroles/Composition
Isaac De Boni
Isaac De Boni
Paroles/Composition
Malik Yusef
Malik Yusef
Paroles/Composition
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Paroles
Jahmal Gwin
Jahmal Gwin
Paroles/Composition
Terrence Thornton
Terrence Thornton
Paroles/Composition
Ricardo Lamarre
Ricardo Lamarre
Composition
Angie Martinez
Angie Martinez
Paroles/Composition
Thomas Whitfield
Thomas Whitfield
Paroles/Composition
Luke Doyley
Luke Doyley
Paroles/Composition
Steven Victor
Steven Victor
Paroles/Composition
Kanye West
Kanye West
Paroles/Composition
Mark "Oji" Williams
Mark "Oji" Williams
Paroles/Composition
Samuel David Jackson
Samuel David Jackson
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Kanye West
Kanye West
Production
Boogz
Boogz
Production
Rico Beats
Rico Beats
Production
SethInTheKitchen
SethInTheKitchen
Production
FNZ
FNZ
Production
Jalil Peraza
Jalil Peraza
Co‑production
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Jordan Franzino
Jordan Franzino
Ingénierie de prise de son
Chris Ku
Chris Ku
Ingénierie de prise de son
Dave Cook
Dave Cook
Ingénierie de prise de son
Randy “Enzo” Bondurant
Ingénierie de prise de son
Ciel Eckard-Lee
Ciel Eckard-Lee
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
David Bone
David Bone
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Vic Wainstein
Vic Wainstein
Ingénierie de prise de son

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Trippin' Wildin' on television You could Still see a nigga tell the vision Pimpin' Pimpin', boy, these boys pimpin' Different, ye These boys, boys Pop was here last week (all I need) He was talking about Brooklyn and the place Brooklyn was at How they were really like, thriving like right now He was, you know He was tryna (all I need), pull people up with him He wasn't even into where he was about to be He just was trying to, he was trying to get there He was on his, he was well on his way (all I need) Um, it's just tragic (all I) 20 years old, Rest in Peace God bless Pop Smoke Look, nigga, we made it (grrr, woo, bow) Nigga, we made it, we made it (woo) Nigga, we made it (woo) Thank God that I made it (grrr, bow) Nigga, we made it, we made it (woo) Look, momma, I made it (grrt) Look, I remember the days Same 'fit for a week straight I used to eat 50 Cent cake Now, it's Philippe's It's Philippe's for the steak And hella thots up in the Wraith I can't wife that thot, tell that bitch, "Get out of my face" We killed your big brother, we killed your little brother Now, it's Philippe's It's Philippe's for the steak And hella thots up in the Wraith Said I hop in a Lamb' and skrrt off I spent 50 up in Bergdorf I got shit you never heard of Buy it, I don't care what it cost, no And I always keep a pole, rain, snow, I did a hundred on a pro If you droppin' a woo, we come where you live Glock 9, infrared, pull up, and empty the clip, woo Dread had the strap all summer in the floss movin' reckless Please do not play wit' me Nigga, I keep a 'K wit' me Look, nigga, we made it (grrr, woo, bow) Nigga, we made it, we made it (woo) Nigga, we made it (woo) Thank God that I made it (grr, bow) Nigga, we made it, we made it (woo) Look, momma, I made it (grrt) Nigga, we made it (All) huh? (I need) We come from the trenches, nigga Trap, trap (woo), same fit for a week straight (grrt) You know what I'm sayin'? 50 Cent cake, now, we eatin' Philippe's steak (haha) Look Tyler got the album of the year, for now But Pop about to drop, I see the platinum in the clouds Now Push about to drop, so real trappers stick around The crown is only for the king, they tryna place it on a clown I declare war, nickname, "He Sell Raw" Different city, same ghetto, bring the Woos on tour Push-start, drop top, 8-12, two-door Baby Rover, Benz, Coupe, bitch, you gotta choose yours How can I not? Woo, how can I not? When a brick is 36, bitch, how could I stop? These Richard Milles are one-of-one, shit, how could I watch? We made it, we made it, whether you like it or not (All I need) (All I need) Look, nigga, we made it (grrr, woo, bow) Nigga, we made it, we made it (woo) Nigga, we made it (woo) Thank God that I made it (grrr, bow) Nigga, we made it, we made it (woo) Look, momma, I made it (grrr)
Writer(s): Kanye Omari West, Malik Yusef El Shabbaz Jones, Jahmal Desmond Gwin, Michael John Mule, Mark Carl Stolinski Williams, Raul Ignacio Cubina, Bashar Barakah Jackson, Isaac De Boni Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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