Little Simz - Woman (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Little Simz - Woman (en) Lyrics
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Naija women, got the melanin dripping
L-O-N-D-O-N, city girl living
In the back, looking like
fire, chili pepper
Yoruba girl tougher than
imperial leather
He was getting bitter while
she was getting better
Diamonds are forever
Miss Sierra Leone
Looking like a gem, works
hard in the week
Party on the weekend
Know you wanna live with no
one watching how you spend
Got a thing for the finer
things and the finer men
Miss Tanzania, she a do or die
Say she want to know more
'bout the Sukuma tribe
We hit the zoot, once wasn't enough
Got an ocean full of knowledge,
it was scuba dive
Miss Ethiopia can play so jazzy
Then sit you down and school
you on Selassie
Tell 'em you're nothing
without a woman, no
Woman to woman, I just
wanna see you glow
Tell 'em what's up
I love, how you go from
zero to one hundred
And leave the dust behind
You've got this
All action, no talk
Bajan honeys, know you repping
for your country
Sun kissing your brown skin,
looking like money
Say she focusing on being
an accountant
When you have beauty and brains
they find it astounding
Why, she be getting it
on her own nigga
Self made, ain't nobody
doing gold digger
Now, miss India always
speaks with her chest
Got respect from her people 'cause
she leads them the best
Hmm, real life queen in the flesh
Know the crown get heavy, still
it beez on your head
Brooklyn ladies, know you
hustle on the daily
Innovating just like Donna
Summer in the 80's
Your time, they seeing you glow now
Intelligence and elegance,
show 'em how
Miss Jamaica understand
food for the soul
She get up in the kitchen
or she throw down
Ain't nothing without a woman though
I see you glow, you're the finest gold
When you walk in the room,
they feel your soul
Your style, it shines so ahead of time
And you know that you're fire,
you're so damn fine, girl
She a Ghana girl
Come with it, never let
the marijuana fail
Though a sucker for the romance,
take you to the homeland
One way, she ain't coming back, nah
All I see is black stars and I
frigging love it, yeah, yeah
Time's up, tell the people that
we coming, yeah, yeah
Done being in the shadow,
going public, yeah, yeah
Don't know how to bear it, how
to stomach, yeah, yeah
Hand over the shit and let
us run it, yeah, yeah
All we know is looking flawless,
all they know is stare, stare
And lead them with your light
You've got this (Woman to woman,
I just wanna see you glow)
All action, no talk (Tell
'em what's up)
"You know, Simzy
Sometimes, you know, I look around
And I think of, all the
things in this country
All the great things in life
And all the hard work that you've done
To get yourself great things in life
And how we don't really get
great things, necessarily
We don't get good things without
a little bit of pain
And how happiness is the,
that's the truth
The emptiness we can sometimes
feel on the other side
I dunno, it just reminds to call you
But then you never pick up the phone!"
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