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ChoppaBoiBeats
ChoppaBoiBeats
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Wiz Khalifa
Wiz Khalifa
Voix principales
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Cameron Thomaz
Cameron Thomaz
Paroles/Composition
Kemion Cooks
Kemion Cooks
Paroles/Composition
Christopher Maurice Brown
Christopher Maurice Brown
Paroles/Composition
Noel Fisher
Noel Fisher
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Eric Dan
Eric Dan
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ChoppaBoiBeats
ChoppaBoiBeats
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Andrew Drucker
Andrew Drucker
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Writer(s): Christopher Maurice Brown, Noel C. Fisher, Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Kemion Johnel Cooks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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