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INTERPRÉTATION
PLAYERTWO
PLAYERTWO
Interprète
Luke Gabriel Isnani
Luke Gabriel Isnani
Chant
Patrick Camacho
Patrick Camacho
Chant
Luke April
Luke April
Musique
Ivo Impreso
Ivo Impreso
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Luke Gabriel Isnani
Luke Gabriel Isnani
Composition
Patrick Camacho
Patrick Camacho
Paroles
Ivo Impreso
Ivo Impreso
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Luke April
Luke April
Production
Ivo Impreso
Ivo Impreso
Production
Wave P
Wave P
Production

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Writer(s): Andric Ivo Impreso, Luke Gabriel Isnani, Patrick Carlo Camacho Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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