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Pop Smoke

Be Clearr (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

 

Be Clearr (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

(альбом: Shoot For The Stars Aim For The Moon - 2020)


Long Nights, in the trap, it got a nigga sick
It got a nigga this, far
Yes it did, yes it did, yes I did
But be clear

I just pulled up to TD in I8
If we all getting money than why hate
Smoove Heasy the renty like why wait
We the hottest in the tri-state
My nigga got' raise up the crime rate
If you try to play with me
So don't play with me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pull up to the party, gasoline
Who's coming in? Like all of us
I'm from a town where we pour the henny in double cups
It's enough henny for all of us
We getting money we mix the Buscemi with all of the Fendi designer stuff
Just pulled 20k, I've been getting my way
Top down in the wraith, baddie giving me face
AP from a touch down, I just pulled from a chase
Shout out my lawyer, he just beat my case

Long Nights, in the trap, it got a nigga sick
It got a nigga this, far
Yes it did, yes it did, yes I did
But be clear

Be clear when I say in Allah I got faith I ain't jacking a lot of you niggas
Got the ice on my neck call me Bobby Boucher, reach and I pull the trigger
I don't care who fake I fuck with the real
I roll around with my hitters, hitters, hitters, hitters
Be clear when I say in Allah I got faith I ain't jacking a lot of you niggas
Got the ice on my neck call me Bobby Boucher, reach and I pull the trigger
I don't care who fake I fuck with the real
I roll around with my hitters, hitters, hitters, hitters

Long Nights, in the trap, it got a nigga sick
It got a nigga this, far
Yes it did, yes it did, yes I did
But be clear

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