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Got It On Me - Pop Smoke

Got It On Me - Pop Smoke Lyrics

Singer Pop Smoke
Song Writer Bashar Jackson / Curtis Jackson / Darrell Branch / Dmytro Luchko / Frederick Perren / Keni St. Lewis / Luis Resto


Look

Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul

Don't let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Don't let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Yeah, I don't cry no mo'
I don't look to the sky no mo'
'Cause I got it on me
I got it on me (Talk that shit)
I got it on me
You can run up if you want (Fuck is you talking 'bout?)

Look
It's Pop Smoke, niggas know me
Keep .24's like I'm Kobe
Is you ridin' or you hidin'?
If you slidin', then you owe me (Owe me)
Run up, catch cold feet
Niggas act tough then call police
I don't make friends, yeah, I make bands
Want some Ray-Bans 'cause I'm a OG
This AR be my trophy
Shoot first, nigga, shoot back
.09, niggas woo back
Nigga automatic when the woo clap
Shoot first, nigga, shoot back
.09, niggas woo back
Nigga automatic when the woo clap
(Automatic when the woo clap)

Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Don't let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Don't let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Yeah, I don't cry no mo'
I don't look to the sky no mo'
'Cause I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
You can run up if you want

50 shots up in this Glock, I won't let up
XD, niggas totin' Berettas
Shoot first and do yourself a favor
Report like I'm Craig Sager
Back out, niggas ain't with the bluffin'
Dread Woo, a nigga shoot you for nothin'
Ten toes on your block like I'm drummin'
SK'll have a blicky runnin', it's Pop Smoke
It's that nigga from the Floss, your bitch right back
And I don't politic 'cause niggas ain't like that
I drop a slip or two and get a light pack
And I 'on't care if you losin', still fight back

Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Don't let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Don't let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Yeah, I don't cry no mo'
I don't look to the sky no mo'
'Cause I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
You can run up if you want

Mercy on me







Got It On Me Song Lyrics In French - Pop Smoke Lyrics

Singer Pop Smoke
Song Writer Bashar Jackson / Curtis Jackson / Darrell Branch / Dmytro Luchko / Frederick Perren / Keni St. Lewis / Luis Resto


Look
Regardez

Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Aie pitié de moi, aie pitié de mon âme
Don't let my heart turn cold
Ne laisse pas mon cœur se refroidir
Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Aie pitié de moi, aie pitié de mon âme
Don't let my heart turn cold
Ne laisse pas mon cœur se refroidir
Have mercy on many men
Ayez pitié de beaucoup d'hommes

Many, many, many, many men
Beaucoup, beaucoup, beaucoup, beaucoup d'hommes
Wish death 'pon me
Souhaite la mort me pon
Yeah, I don't cry no mo'
Ouais, je ne pleure pas
I don't look to the sky no mo'
Je ne regarde pas vers le ciel
'Cause I got it on me
Parce que je l'ai sur moi
I got it on me (Talk that shit)
Je l'ai sur moi (parle de cette merde)
I got it on me
Je l'ai sur moi
You can run up if you want (Fuck is you talking 'bout?)
Vous pouvez vous précipiter si vous voulez (putain, vous parlez?)

Look
Regardez
It's Pop Smoke, niggas know me
C'est Pop Smoke, les négros me connaissent
Keep .24's like I'm Kobe
Gardez .24 comme je suis Kobe
Is you ridin' or you hidin'?
Êtes-vous en train de rouler ou de vous cacher?
If you slidin', then you owe me (Owe me)
Si tu glisses, alors tu me dois (Owe me)
Run up, catch cold feet
Courez, attrapez les pieds froids
Niggas act tough then call police
Les négros agissent dur puis appellent la police
I don't make friends, yeah, I make bands
Je ne me fais pas d'amis, oui, je fais des groupes
Want some Ray-Bans 'cause I'm a OG
Je veux des Ray-Bans parce que je suis un OG
This AR be my trophy
Cet AR est mon trophée
Shoot first, nigga, shoot back
Tirez d'abord, négro, tirez en arrière
.09, niggas woo back
.09, les négros reviennent
Nigga automatic when the woo clap
Nigga automatique quand le woo clap
Shoot first, nigga, shoot back
Tirez d'abord, négro, tirez en arrière
.09, niggas woo back
.09, les négros reviennent
Nigga automatic when the woo clap
Nigga automatique quand le woo clap
(Automatic when the woo clap)
(Automatique lorsque le woo clap)

Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Aie pitié de moi, aie pitié de mon âme
Don't let my heart turn cold
Ne laisse pas mon cœur se refroidir
Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Aie pitié de moi, aie pitié de mon âme
Don't let my heart turn cold
Ne laisse pas mon cœur se refroidir
Have mercy on many men
Ayez pitié de beaucoup d'hommes
Many, many, many, many men
Beaucoup, beaucoup, beaucoup, beaucoup d'hommes

Wish death 'pon me
Souhaite la mort me pon
Yeah, I don't cry no mo'
Ouais, je ne pleure pas
I don't look to the sky no mo'
Je ne regarde pas vers le ciel
'Cause I got it on me
Parce que je l'ai sur moi
I got it on me
Je l'ai sur moi
I got it on me
Je l'ai sur moi
You can run up if you want
Vous pouvez courir si vous le souhaitez

50 shots up in this Glock, I won't let up
50 coups dans ce Glock, je ne lâcherai pas
XD, niggas totin' Berettas
XD, niggas totin' Berettas
Shoot first and do yourself a favor
Tirez d'abord et faites-vous plaisir
Report like I'm Craig Sager
Signaler comme je suis Craig Sager
Back out, niggas ain't with the bluffin'
Reculez, les négros ne sont pas avec le bluff
Dread Woo, a nigga shoot you for nothin'
Dread Woo, un négro vous tire dessus pour rien
Ten toes on your block like I'm drummin'
Dix orteils sur ton bloc comme je suis drummin '
SK'll have a blicky runnin', it's Pop Smoke
SK va avoir un runnin blicky, c'est Pop Smoke
It's that nigga from the Floss, your bitch right back
C'est ce négro du Floss, ta chienne de retour
And I don't politic 'cause niggas ain't like that
Et je ne fais pas de politique parce que les négros ne sont pas comme ça
I drop a slip or two and get a light pack
Je laisse tomber un slip ou deux et reçois un pack léger
And I 'on't care if you losin', still fight back
Et je m'en fiche si tu perds

Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Aie pitié de moi, aie pitié de mon âme
Don't let my heart turn cold
Ne laisse pas mon cœur se refroidir
Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Aie pitié de moi, aie pitié de mon âme
Don't let my heart turn cold
Ne laisse pas mon cœur se refroidir
Have mercy on many men
Ayez pitié de beaucoup d'hommes

Many, many, many, many men
Beaucoup, beaucoup, beaucoup, beaucoup d'hommes
Wish death 'pon me
Souhaite la mort me pon
Yeah, I don't cry no mo'
Ouais, je ne pleure pas
I don't look to the sky no mo'
Je ne regarde pas vers le ciel
'Cause I got it on me
Parce que je l'ai sur moi
I got it on me
Je l'ai sur moi
I got it on me
Je l'ai sur moi
You can run up if you want
Vous pouvez courir si vous le souhaitez
Mercy on me
Pitié de moi



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