Pop Smoke – Diana (remix) (ft. King Combs & Calboy) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

The remix to Pop Smoke’s “Diana” song is unveiled, now featuring King Combs & Calboy. Watch the video, listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the Spunk Bigga-produced song.

Pop Smoke Diana (remix)

At the beginning of this year, Pop Smoke was tragically murdered in Los Angeles after his address was posted online. His killers are awaiting trial, and his murder was one of the worst moments in recent hip-hop history. With his posthumous album executive produced by 50 Cent, the Brooklyn rapper has become one of the shining stars of 2020, with all of his fans heartbroken over yet another artist that was taken away from us before he had time to achieve all he was set out to do.

“Diana” was a runaway hit from the album, consisting of Pop’s link-up with King Combs. Later on, a remix was released on the deluxe edition with Calboy and, today, Pop’s estate has released the official music video for the song.

Pop Smoke – Diana (remix) (ft. King Combs & Calboy) (prod. Spunk Bigga)

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Lyrics

[Intro: Playa & Pop Smoke]
Cheers to you for givin’ me a chance (Oh)

[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Calboy]
Shorty, light-skinned (Woo), tatted, huh, ass fat (Grrt)
I need your number and that’s that (That’s that, yeah)
I need your number and that’s that (Huh, that’s that)
Black hair, bob, nice teeth, smile (Yeah)
I like your style, I like your, uh
Shorty, light-skinned (Woo), tatted, huh, ass fat (Grrt)
I need your number and that’s that (That’s that)
I need your number and that’s that (Huh, that’s that)
Black hair, bob, nice teeth, smile (Yeah)
I like your style, I like your style

[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
I ain’t gon’ lie, I need you (Woo)
Don’t let me in it (Don’t let me in it)
I might just breed you, look (I might just breed you, okay)
She said she wanna be a teacher
Damn, in my head, she would look good as a teacher (Teacher)
She would look good as a teacher (Teacher), uh
Treat her with Balenciaga sneakers (Oh)
Please her, baby, let me eat you
Home run, home run like Jeter (Jeter)
Don’t make me catch you cheatin’, beat her (Bad boy)
RIP Capo, pull up in Tahoe
She said, “Oh, her brother’s Wooin'” (Woo)
She said she’s seen me around (Yup)
She said she love what I’m doin’ (I love it)
She said, “Do you remember me?” (Me)
“You was a friend to me”
We start talkin’ sexually, it’s been a while

[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Calboy]
Shorty, light-skinned (Woo), tatted, huh, ass fat (Grrt)
I need your number and that’s that (That’s that, yeah)
I need your number and that’s that (Huh)
Black hair, bob, nice teeth, smile (Yeah)
I like your style, I like your, uh
Shorty, light-skinned (Woo), tatted, huh, ass fat (Grrt)
I need your number and that’s that (That’s that)
I need your number and that’s that (Huh, that’s that)
Black hair, bob, nice teeth, smile (Yeah)
I like your style, I like your style (I like your style)

[Verse 2: King Combs]
Baby, we could take it all away
Fast whips, cash trips, ass crisp
Yeah, you know I got it (What you want?)
Bad bitch, mad thick, high fashion
I don’t need a stylist, I’m him
Get you there, I could fly you in (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Bad bitches, they be eyein’ him (Say what?)
Heard I be with Smoke and them (Skrrt, skrrt)
Shake it (Shake it), talk that shit you was talkin’ (Talkin’)
Hit it from the back wit’ her archin’ (Wit’ her archin’)
Have her leavin’ with a limp when she walkin’ (When she walkin’)
I don’t care if she light-skin or dark-skin (I don’t care)
Pussy watery, slippery, caution
Had to murder it, put it in a coffin
“Chris, I love you”, I hear that so often

[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Calboy]
Shorty, light-skinned (Woo), tatted, huh, ass fat (Grrt)
I need your number and that’s that (That’s that, yeah)
I need your number and that’s that (Huh)
Black hair, bob, nice teeth, smile
I like your style, I like your style

[Verse 3: Calboy]
Ayy, lightskin, tatted, ayy
I ain’t got no heart ’cause I’m a savage, ayy
And I grip a semi-automatic, ayy
Niggas get to tweakin’, let ’em have it
And I came up from the block ‘causing havoc
If it ain’t about the money, it don’t matter
I’m a real life killer, she a rider
100 in the Hellcat, baby, I’m a slider (Okay)
Lightskin, she ain’t ever seen a nigga like me
Rollie shock a bitch like lightning
I just give her dick and she like it
Wanna talk about real love, sorry, I ain’t got no heart, I wish that I did
But I like your smile and I like your style
Lil’ baby and the vibe that I get

[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Calboy]
Shorty, light-skinned (Woo), tatted, huh, ass fat (Grrt)
I need your number and that’s that (That’s that, yeah)
I need your number and that’s that (Huh)
Black hair, bob, nice teeth, smile
I like your style, I like your, uh
Shorty, light-skinned (Woo), tatted, huh, ass fat (Grrt)
I need your number and that’s that (That’s that)
I need your number and that’s that (Huh, that’s that)
Black hair, bob, nice teeth, smile (Yeah)
I like your style, I like your style