Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brujas, artist - Princess Nokia. Album song 1992 Deluxe, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rough Trade
Song language: English
Brujas |
| I’m your supreme |
| I’m your supreme |
| We is them ghetto witches |
| Speaking in tongue bitches |
| Fall on the floor |
| Got sage on the door |
| Talk shit, we can cast spells |
| Long weaves, long nails |
| Corn rows, pig tails |
| Baby fathers still in jail |
| Good witches, I fuck with |
| Bad bitches, we run shit |
| 4 bitches, 4 corners |
| North, East, West, South shit |
| Good witches, I fuck with |
| Hopped off of my broomstick |
| Witchcraft, bitch craft |
| Light magic, it’s nothing |
| Orisha, my alter |
| Got coins on the counter |
| I’m that Black a-Rican bruja straight out from the Yoruba |
| And my people come from Africa diaspora, Cuba |
| And you mix that Arawak, that original people |
| I’m that Black Native American, I vanquish all evil |
| I’m that Black a-Rican bruja straight out from the Yoruba |
| And my ancestors Nigerian, my grandmas was brujas |
| And I come from an island and it’s called Puerto Rico |
| And it’s one of the smallest but it got the most people |
| Orisha, my alter |
| Got coins on the counter |
| Don’t you fuck with my energy |
| Casting spells with my cousins |
| I’m the head of this coven |
| I’m a shapeshifting bitch, you don’t know who you loving |
| Better light you a candle |
| I heard the nighttime was black |
| And if you don’t watch your step the greatest bitch will be back |
| I cast a circle in white and I can vanquish your spite |
| And if you hex me with hate then I’ma conjour the light |
| Your evil ways put no fight |
| I ain’t no queen of the night |
| I’m a bruja, I’m a bruja, and I’ma dress in all white |
| I’m your supreme |
| «Tituba! |
| Voodoo slave girl who graced us with her black magic» |
| You made her a slave |
| Before that she came from a great tribe, the Arawak |
| She gave it to your girls of Salem |
| A gift repaid with betrayal |
| Maybe you ain’t heard the news about civilization starting in Africa |
| We more than just pins in dolls and seeing the future in chicken parts |
| Been reading too many tourist guides, hm |
| Everything you got, you got from us |