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Pop Smoke - Mannequin (Lyrics) Feat. Lil Tjay
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke
Vocals
Lil Tjay
Lil Tjay
Vocals
808MeloBeats
808MeloBeats
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Lyrics
Tione Merritt
Tione Merritt
Lyrics
Julius Babatunde
Julius Babatunde
Composer
Andre Loblack
Andre Loblack
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
808MeloBeats
808MeloBeats
Producer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Sage Skofield
Sage Skofield
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Corey "Cutz" Nutile
Corey "Cutz" Nutile
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

TrapHouseMob (woo) What's rockin', cuz? (Woo, woo, woo, bah) Ayy, CZR, you did a mazza still (bah) This is a Melo Beat (bah, bah), look Dior on my body (woo, uh) Head to toe like a mannequin (mannequin) Amiri denims got them panickin' (woo) I pour a four in my Fanta (Fanta) If my opps in a foreign (foreign) Then we shootin' up the Phantom Dior on my body (uh) Head to toe like a mannequin Amiri denims got them panickin' I pour a four in my Fanta If my opps in a foreign (grrt) Then we shootin' up the Phantom (bah) Big Glock up on my hip (woo) That mean I don't ever slip (woo) Run up on me, I'ma whack a nigga Clap a nigga, skate off in the whip (bah) Gucci foreign, see the drip (Uh?) Fifty-five hundred the 'fit (woo) 55K on my wrist (bah) I'm tired of jackin', my money legit (grrt) Trav' got the Urus, Boy got the Huracan I got the Range, and all of them paid I'm from the Floss, I'm a double G And I know 'bout puttin' in pain I spent fifty on my left wrist (woo) Another hundred on the chain (woo) Try to reach and we takin' shots close range (bah) Baow, bang, hit his brain (woo, woo) Catch me an opp, I'ma treat him and beat him and show him he lame (grrt) I lost my brother, shit won't be the same Ever since then, I been goin' insane (bah) Do it for Smelly, I do it for gang And nina gon' wet 'em up, show 'em my pain (grrt) Big Louboutin for the steppin' Big .38 for the weapon And I catch a case for nothin' (nothin') I back the Wraith for nothin' (for nothin') Gas 'em up, Getty (Getty) Rock steady, rock steady (steady) Shots hit your belly (woo) Runtz pack got me deady (woo) Checks, Chevy Swing at BOA, we ready R.I.P. them fallen soldiers Screamin' free my nigga Melly (grrt) All this shit been in my mind Smokin' dope, I'm gettin' deady (woo, woo) Lotta pressure's on my shoulders Steady movin', but it's heavy (grrt) I was posted by the deli Any means to get it, early morning, I was ready (bah) Think I fell in love with fetti She give super neck, I think I fell in love with Betty (woo, woo) Tati ate it like spaghetti I ain't even mean to say it, but I'm bein' petty 2020, vision steady You know I ain't finna hesi' Crossover for the cheddy Dior on my body (uh) Head to toe like a mannequin (mannequin) Amiri denims got them panickin' (woo) I pour a four in my Fanta (Fanta) If my opps in a foreign (foreign) Then we shootin' up the Phantom Dior on my body (uh) Head to toe like a mannequin Amiri denims got them panickin' I pour a four in my Fanta If my opps in a foreign (grrt) Then we shootin' up the Phantom (bah)
Writer(s): Andre Michael Loblack, Tione Dalyan Merritt, Julius Babatunde, Bashar Barakah Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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