Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Woman, artist - Little Simz. Date of issue: 02.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Woman |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Ain’t nothing without a woman though |
| Woman to woman, I just wanna see you glow |
| I love, how you go from zero to one hundred |
| And leave the dust behind |
| You’ve got this |
| 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!» |