Pop Smoke - Demeanor ( Dua Lipa)

Oh, oh

Bodmon Tricia

Oh

Oh, oh

Bodmon Tricia

Oh



I'm feelin' on your bodmon, Tricia

Shorty said she like my demeanor

And she look like a eater

I'm off the perc, he geekin'



I'm feelin' on your bodmon, Tricia

Shorty said she like my demeanor

And she look like a eater

I'm off the perc, he geekin'



Wait, wait, oh, wait

Oh, oh



Fish bone, send shots, bend blocks in the back

Earthquakes and sellin', all my cracks into that

You send a shot, we send it back, all facts, no cap

Put my hat to the back, a hundred thousand in the bag

Eleven dollars an hour ain't enough to live

So I'ma go in every store and I'ma swipe this shit

They tryna lock a nigga up and I'm like fuck a bid

'Cause either way, mommy still gon' love her kid



I just took twenty from the city, they like who is you?

A lot of niggas talkin' shit that they don't really do

I'm 'bout to turn my Air Force Ones into a Gucci shoe

I'm 'bout to turn my Timberlands into a Yeezy Boot

My president black, bandana is blue

Diamonds drippin', got me glistenin' 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 feelin' on your bodmon, Tricia

Shorty said she like my demeanor

And she look like a eater

I'm off the perc, he geekin'



I'm feelin' on your bodmon, Tricia

Shorty said she like my demeanor

And she look like a eater

I'm off the perc, he geekin'



Wait, wait, oh, wait

(My demeanor is meaner than yours)

Oh, oh



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 feelin' on your bodmon, Tricia

Shorty said she like my demeanor

And she look like a eater

I'm off the perc, he geekin'



I'm feelin' on your bodmon, Tricia

Shorty said she like my demeanor

And she look like a eater

I'm off the perc, he geekin'



Wait, wait, oh, wait

(My demeanor is meaner than yours)

Oh, oh