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rapsody - iman lyrics

[verse 1: rapsody]
yeah
can i flex?
talk to my girls go south-east to west
talk about a skin tone, god knows you’re blessed
love how you work that, god knows you’re dressed
yeah, fine enough to cause a scene, cover a magazine
boss chicks around the world some are countin’ up the cream
the pilot idea, the original queen
when you fly as this, you ain’t gotta worry ’bout wings
commercial, private jets don’t compare to jets i [?]
yall buy those labels, i was born supreme
greatest [?] in africa they pay goats for queens
you know black don’t crack i still look in my teens
hold up, my glow up, my bronzer, my [?]
love me, my booty, is big and it shake
[?], he love me with weight
every brown shade, braids, long hair or fades
you fine mama, that’s my mama
cover magazines she’s a ebony woman
first lady of honour, my mich-lle obama
i love to love you baby, that’s a song by donna
all my foxy ladies [?] ill nana
all around the world from america to ghana
my niece is in the audi had to make me one promise, love yourself it’s a cold world i’m honest
count your riches, don’t rock with snitches
this for my sisters, my ebony sisters, like

[chorus: sir]
ebony
dark skin and the brown eyes and the -ooh
hair laid and the nails did look at you
shine before the sun rise, love so hard to come by
sister, you been on my mind
sister (sister)
sister (sister)

[verse 2: rapsody]
yeah, beauty is a mindset (it is)
lookin at my skin, i don’t know [?] (i don’t)
my mama still look 24, she a fine chick (she do)
black don’t crack, my age trapped where your spine is (fasho)
backwards, black been dope before the trappers (yup)
down to the roots before sister leave us actin’ (uh-huh)
black twitter got me crackin’, undefeated when we laughin’ (that’s right)
i look good in yellow (i do)
you intrigued with my fashion, very undertone of orange, brown, yellow is a accent (uh)
yeah that’s me cocoa b-ttercream head-ss (that’s me)
put it on my knees, elbows, and my fat -ss (that’s me)
lookin’ at my skin like i don’t know the year, dead-ss (i don’t)
a country-boy like “you finer than [?]”
[?]
thinkin’ of college (uh-huh)
hbc cherie amour you’d think they only recruited models (they do)
ebonies with two three, four b or four c’s (yeah)
pink or more cherie amour to blue-green, hair grease (uh)
brothers hold us down like spike do, [?] (please)
fine enough to be on the cover of any ebony mag
god knows we bad, i just ask are you mad?

[post-chorus: sir]
go ahead and treat yourself better
you’re worth much more, so much more
you better treat yourself better
you’re worth much more

[verse 3: jid & sir]
uh, yeah
my [?] and i valet for you, i’ll fry barbeque and fillet for you
brown shea b-tter baby why you unavailable to the bullsh-t, it’s your world i’m a tourist, i’m foolish though
i know that sister days they treated us like property for trade
it was times where they could come inside and take your soul away
but i’m here for your protection, like a servant, like a agent or a secret service, some cia sh-t
see i ain’t okay with the way they tryna portray over the media
alexandria egypt in africa, neprat-ti was probably black [?] with the ‘fro
checkin’ all my facts ’cause i be wrong but i’m p-ssionate though (ebony)
when i go to x-videos i’m always searchin’ up the (ebony) amateur
look at me bein’ managed, i’m from atlanta where ghetto ballerina exotic dancers be so talented
get that cash and shawty set up an establishment
you balancin’, f-ck it you don’t need no management
behind every great man is a bad b-tch, handlin’ sh-t

[outro: rapsody & sir]
yeah
‘preciate your elegance jid, but bro, love, tell me, who the f-ck you callin’ a b-tch?
(ebony)

- rapsody lyrics

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