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