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demand - daisy simo lyrics

[intro]
ay
woo

[chorus]
i do tricks, don’t need no hands
all you other hoes just be my fans
kiss the box up like we in france
je ne sais quoi, just be my romance, d*mn
they don’t like me anymore
worked out, son, they drop to the floor, d*mn
they don’t like me anymore
worked out, son, they drop to the floor
woo, woo! dripped in dior
swear that my closet look like at that store
woo, woo! [?]
it ain’t enough, i need me some more
huh, i’m that vibe
[?] let me turn, you rise
and if you my type i can treat your hoe right
cut through these beats like a mothaf*ckin’ knife

[verse2]
this that international sound
got these girls showin’ out now
he say he in love with my style
told him, “quiet boy, pipe down”
[spanish]
i get what i want, you get what you can
w*walk in the room, i’m in demand
i*i’m out in mexico gettin’ a tan
spanish mami, i need an advance
g*get my money, i (hit my dance)
big booty b*tch on me, god d*mn
windows tinted, it can’t see sh*t
two bad b*tches in the foreign whip
me and my sister been through this sh*t
[chorus]
i*i*i do tricks, don’t need no hands
all you other hoes just be my fans
kiss the box up like we in france
je ne sais quoi, just be my romance, d*mn
they don’t like me anymore
worked out, son, they drop to the floor, d*mn
they don’t like me anymore
worked out, son, they drop to the floor
woo, woo! dripped in dior
swear that my closet look like at that store
woo, woo! [?]
it ain’t enough, i need me some more
huh, i’m that vibe
[?] let me turn, you rise
and if you my type i can treat your hoe right
cut through these beats like a mothaf*ckin’ knife

[verse 2]
you ain’t a bad b*tch, you just okay
classy b*tch, sippin’ rosé
never lettin’ up, b*tch, ain’t no way
sh*t sh*t down, this [?]
don’t do much, b*tch, listen
walked in the room and bet, i shift it
i been workin’ until sunday, i bet your favorite rapper a fan now (uh)
give it up, give it up, ooh
all you hoes just give it out, ooh
told him i love him but it’s not true
give him that look, it say, “what do we do”
let me tell you how this is ’bout to go
can’t no other b*tch gonna steal my flow
worried bout some d*ck, go’n get some dough
this p*ssy is mine, don’t worry ’bout it, hoe
[chorus]
i*i*i do tricks, don’t need no hands
all you other hoes just be my fans
kiss the box up like we in france
je ne sais quoi, just be my romance, d*mn
they don’t like me anymore
worked out, son, they drop to the floor, d*mn
they don’t like me anymore
worked out, son, they drop to the floor
woo, woo! dripped in dior
swear that my closet look like at that store
woo, woo! [?]
it ain’t enough, i need me some more
huh, i’m that vibe
[?] let me turn, you rise
and if you my type i can treat your hoe right
cut through these beats like a mothaf*ckin’ knife

- daisy simo lyrics

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