DAISY SIMO – Demand

DAISY SIMO – Demand Lyrics

Artist: DAISY SIMO
Song: Demand

Ay
Woo
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, damn
They don’t like me anymore
Worked out, son, they drop to the floor, damn

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
This that international sound
Got these girls showin’ out now

He say he in love with my style
Told him, “Quiet boy, pipe down”
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 damn

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
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, damn
They don’t like me anymore

Worked out, son, they drop to the floor, damn
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
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 dick, go’n get some dough
This p#ss# is mine, don’t worry ’bout it, hoe
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, damn
They don’t like me anymore
Worked out, son, they drop to the floor, damn

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
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From the album:
Demand [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021