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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke
Vocals
Dua Lipa
Dua Lipa
Vocals
Corey "Cutz" Nutile
Corey "Cutz" Nutile
Programming
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Programming
Mantra
Mantra
Bass
Michael Gomes
Michael Gomes
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dua Lipa
Dua Lipa
Songwriter
Michael Gomes
Michael Gomes
Composer
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Lyrics
Daniel Mizrahi
Daniel Mizrahi
Composer
Sarah Hudson
Sarah Hudson
Songwriter
Caro Dru De
Caro Dru De
Songwriter
Ryan Press
Ryan Press
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
R!S
R!S
Co-Producer
Corey "Cutz" Nutile
Corey "Cutz" Nutile
Recording Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Michael Gomes
Michael Gomes
Co-Producer
David Bone
David Bone
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ciel Eckard-Lee
Ciel Eckard-Lee
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Rafael Fadul
Rafael Fadul
Recording Engineer
Dru Decaro
Dru Decaro
Producer
Mantra
Mantra
Producer

Lyrics

Oh, oh Baba treesha Oh I'm flirtin' with your baba treesha Shorty said she like my demeanor (demeanor) And she look like a eater (a eater) I'm off the Perky geekin' (geekin') I'm flirtin' with your baba treesha Shorty said she like my demeanor (demeanor) And she look like a eater (a eater) I'm off the Perky geekin' (geekin') Oh, wait, wait Oh, wait Ooh, ooh Fishbowl, send shots, bend blocks, send 'em back (yeah) Earthquakes and ceiling cracks (no way), all my niggas into that You send a shot, we send it back, all facts, no cap (none) Put my hat to the back (back), a hundred thousand in the bag Look, 11 dollars a hour ain't enough to live (nah) So I'ma go in every store and I'ma swipe this shit (yeah, yeah) They tryna lock a nigga up and I'm like, "Fuck a bid" 'Cause either way, mommy gon' still love her kid (she gon' love him) I just did 20 from the city, they like, "Who is you?" (who the hell?) A lotta niggas talkin' shit that they don't really do (ah, yeah) I'm 'bout to turn my Air Force 1's into a Gucci shoe (yeah, yeah) I'm 'bout to turn my Timberlands into a Yeezy Boost (oh) My president black, bandana is blue (you know what I'm sayin'?) Diamonds drippin", got me glistenin' like I came out the pool I'm so exotic like I came out the zoo (no) But I shot out the coupe (no) I got a scope with a clear eye view, woo (yeah) I'm flirtin' with your baba treesha Shorty said she like my demeanor (demeanor) And she look like a eater (a eater) I'm off the Perky geekin' (geekin') I'm flirtin' with your baba treesha Shorty said she like my demeanor (demeanor) And she look like a eater (a eater) I'm off the Perky geekin' (geekin') Oh, wait, wait My demeanor is meaner than yours (oh, wait) Ooh, ooh 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 with your lungs, my diamonds will make you 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 with your lungs, my diamonds will make you choke You like the way I move, my demeanor is meaner than yours So clap for the encore I'm flirtin' with your baba treesha Shorty said she like my demeanor (demeanor) And she look like a eater (a eater) I'm off the Perky geekin' (geekin') I'm flirtin' with your baba treesha Shorty said she like my demeanor (demeanor) And she look like a eater (a eater) I'm off the Perky geekin' (geekin') Oh, wait, wait My demeanor is meaner than yours (oh, wait) Ooh, ooh
Writer(s): Clarence Jr. Coffee, Sarah Hudson, Dua Lipa, Daniel Mizrahi, Ryan Press, Bashar Barakah Jackson, Michael Lous Gomes, Dru De Caro Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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