Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Demeanor, artist - Pop Smoke. Date of issue: 30.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Demeanor |
| 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 |