Singer | Pop Smoke feat. Dua Lipa |
Music | Pop Smoke |
Demeanor Lyrics
I’m feeling on your baba treesha
Shorty said she like my demeanor
And she look like a eater
I’m off the perky geekin
(x2)
Wait, wait, oh wait Oooh, Ooohh
Fish bowl send shots
Bend blocks in the back
Earthquakes and selling cracks
All my niggas into that
You send a shot we send it back
All facts no cap
Put my hat to the back
100,000 in the bag
$11 an hour ain’t enough to live
So I’ma go in every store and I’ma swipe this shit
They try to lock a nigga up and I’m like fuck a bid
Cause either way, mommy still gon’ love her kid
I just took 20 from the city they like who is you
A lot of niggas talking shit that they don’t really do
I’m bout to turn my Air Force ones into a Gucci shoe
I’m about to turn my Timberlands into a Yeezy boot
My president black, bandana is blue
Yeah I’m dripping got me glistening like I came out the pool
I’m so exotic like I came out the zoo, but I shot out the coupe
I got a scope with a clear eye view, woo
I’m feeling on your baba treesha Shorty said
she like my demeanor And she look like a eater
I’m off the perky geekin
(x2)
Wait, wait, oh wait
My Demeanor is meaner than yours Oooh, Ooohh
Female alpha and I practice what I preach I devour
Tell me can you take the heat
You can touch with your eyes only
I know you like what you see
That Je Ne Sais Quoi energy Baby get on your knees
You can’t say Pop without Smoke
So fill up your lungs my diamonds will make ya choke
You like the way I move my demeanor is meaner
Than yours So clap for the encore
You can’t say Pop without Smoke
So fill up your lungs my diamonds will make ya choke
You like the way I move my demeanor is meaner
Than yours So clap for the encore
I’m feeling on your baba treesha Shorty said
She like my demeanor And she look like a eater
I’m off the perky geekin
(x2)
Wait, wait, oh wait
My Demeanor is meaner than yours Oooh, Ooohh