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Pop Smoke - More Time (Audio)
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke
Вокал
Rico Beats
Rico Beats
Программирование
L3gion
L3gion
Клавишные инструменты
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Николас Брителл
Николас Брителл
Композитор
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Тексты песен
Ricardo Lamarre
Ricardo Lamarre
Композитор
Jason Avalos
Jason Avalos
Композитор
Steven Victor
Steven Victor
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Rico Beats
Rico Beats
Продюсер
L3gion
L3gion
Сопродюсер
Николас Брителл
Николас Брителл
Продюсер
Marlin Parker
Marlin Parker
Инженер звукозаписи
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Мастеринг-инженер
David Bone
David Bone
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Ciel Eckard-Lee
Ciel Eckard-Lee
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Vic Wainstein
Vic Wainstein
Инженер звукозаписи

Слова

Oh, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah Keep the intro Oh, my boy, you already know Ah More time Melly and D-Nice still in the cage, more time That ain't gon' stop us from getting paid, more time Certain things ain't never gonna change Never speak to them guys without your lawyer 'cause they giving more time My mans died, I put him on a chain, more time A lot of niggas can't handle the pain, more time I'm a hard animal to tame Saw my son killer sitting on the train, give a nigga more time Look, if my mans down, nigga, I up and get 'em Max Payne, I'm doing TECs and Berettas Never trust a boy, it's always a setup If I see an opp, I bet I'ma wet 'em New speed, I bet I change up the level Make it rain, I bet I change up the weather To walk through, I need 25 and better Old hundreds, have 'em sticking together Louis V and Amiri the denim My mans up top rocking Gucci sweaters Red bottoms, Rollies in the pen Pinky ring Cartier lens Ride around big body Benz Blacked out, all you see is tints See, me, I ain't worried 'bout men Act up, get a shot to your chin Hollow tips got acquired taste Get straight, boy, my brother an ape Catch a body, then I'm back in the cave If you don't got a body, you can't relate If you don't bang, you can't get in the car Big woo, know I'm shooting them stars Mama begging me to pray to Allah Walk in the mall, niggas know who we are 41 millimeter plain jane Niggas get locked up, start naming names Pussy nigga, get the fuck out my way Ma, I'm sorry, I'm just stuck in my ways Hello Black hair by the Regis and Pello I like my bitch Spanish, she yellow Her ass fat, feel like Jello She said she want Chane-ne Pop Smoke on the TV (ah) I did 15 on my check-ins (yeah) She said she didn't believe me (nah) Until I pulled up in a foreign (ah) And I cashed out on a TD Snowman like Jeezy VS, I'm freezing Red bottoms, I'm bleeding Louboutin when I'm stepping Stone Cold what I'm repping Big .38 for the weapon (ah) Man down, check the scoreboard I'm a bulldog with this .44 Break legs like Paul George Said, I break legs like Paul George Grrt
Writer(s): Ricardo Lamarre, Jason Avalos, Bashar Barakah Jackson, Nicholas Brittel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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