Lyrics

Verse 1] Pretty black girl with the right swagga Your back and thighs fatter, black lives matter Tryna help you move forward, never side track ya But the way you throw it back on me is kinda mad up They tryna to kill me in the streets my daring That's why we don't fuck with the police my darling You get As Bs and Cs my darling Distinction, Imma give you the D my darling And you ain't gotta wear the weave but it's your choice Shawty the only one that make me wanna speak in my soft voice Come and meet me with your afro out We could reason or you could get your back blown out You ain't a insta-chick, I ain't a insta-G I got a thing for you, you do your thing for me When they do me dirty, you show me sympathy And when they call us niggas, I say we kings and queens [Chorus] True ahh mi skin dark, they might hinder me No more mugshots when they picture me Baby girl fall through and get lit with me Call me when you on route and bring some Rizla please Okay you feel it, when we get intelligent We speaking about everything, see I am feeling your melanin Girl that's everything, okay You know me, devotion you show me I'm open, don't close me Emotion, no more controlla, controlla No baby they just can't control ya, control ya I love the fire in your heart come closer, come closer Cause the streets right now is getting colder, much colder Much colder, much colder More time I ain't on a race ting shawty All ma black girls be the life of the party Shout out my African girls and ma yardies You won't have to bleach up and look like Barbie You can call it planty no planty Rice and P's and jollof me a fancy As long as you learn from Mummy or Auntie You 'bout to make me chop my money You can wear flip flops with that Versace You can wear your headscarf baby be comfy You could even teach me how to make sharkie You won't have to dance for the money like Cardi They 'bout to make me rise my army Can't have my brothers on the ropes like Hardy Can't kill a black man and tell man sorry Sticks and stones and no words can stop me I'm 'bout to rise up all of my charges I'm 'bout to rise up all of my doggys Black woman no chances like Alonge Black man a need no more controlla Controlla, no no they just can't control us, control us I love the fire in your heart come closer, come closer Right now its getting colder much colder much colder much colder