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Ebony Woman, woman, woman Beautiful woman Yeah, can I flex? Talk to my girls North, South, East to West Talk about a skin tone, God knows you're blessed Love how you work that, God knows you’re dressed Uh, can I flex? Talk to my girls North, 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 somewhere countin’ up the cream The pilot idea, the original Queen (Yeah) When you fly as this, you ain't gotta worry 'bout wings Commercial, private jets don't compare to jets I read (They don't) Y'all buy those labels, I was born supreme (That's right) The greatest, why in Africa they pay goats for Queens (Uh huh) You know black don't crack, I still look in my teens (I do) Hold up, my glow up, my bronzer, my shape (My shape) He love me, my booty is big and it shake (It shake) A mango in shape (Yeah), he love me with weight Every brown shade, braids, long hair, or fades (Fine) You fine mama (You fine), that’s my mama (It is) Could cover magazines, she’s a ebony woman (Ebony woman) SongtexteFirst lady I honored (Uh huh), my Michelle Obama (Uh huh) I love to love you baby, that's a song by Donna (It is) All my foxy ladies, we still the ill nana (We are) All around the world from America to Ghana Look, my nieces in the Audi had to make me one promise (Uh huh) Love yourself it’s a cold world, I'm honest (For sure) Count your riches (Count it), don't rock with snitches (Do not) This for my sisters, my ebony sisters, like you Dark skin and the brown eyes and that 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) Sister (Sister) Yeah, yeah, beauty is a mindset (It is) Lookin' at my skin, I don’t know the year or time yet (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 Cicley was 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, every undertone of orange, brown, yellow is an accent (Huh) Yeah that's me, cocoa butter cream head ass (That's me) Put it on my knees, elbows, and my fat ass (That's me) Lookin' at my skin like I don't know the year, dead ass (I don't) My country boys like "you finer than frog hair" Thick as cold grits, nigga you could make your own collards Gravy and cabbage (Uh-huh) Thinkin' of college (Uh-huh) HBCUs, you'd think they only recruited models (They do) Ebonies with two-three, 4B or 4C's (Yeah) Pink oil moisture or the blue-green, hair grease (Uh) Brothers hold us down like Spike do, Jolie (Please) Fine enough to be on the cover of any ebony mag God knows we bad (We bad) I just ask, 'You mad?' (Ebony) Dark skin and the brown eyes and that 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) Sister (Sister) Sister (Sister) Sister Go ahead and treat yourself better You're worth much more, so much more You better treat yourself better You're worth much more Uh, yeah My cherie amor this door awaits for you and I valet for you I'll fry, barbecue, and fillet for you Brown shea butter baby Why you so unavailable to the bullshit? It's your world, I'm a tourist, I'm foolish though I know that since the 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 an agent or a secret service, some CIA shit See I ain't okay with the way they tryna portray over the media Alexandria, Egypt in Africa Nefertiti was probably black as Roberta Flack back with the 'fro Checkin' all my facts 'cause I be wrong but I'm passionate 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 (Ebony) You balancin', fuck it, you don't need no management Behind every great man is a bad bitch, handlin' shit Yeah 'Preciate your elegance JID, but bro, love, tell me, who the fuck you callin' a bitch? (Ebony) Aus Songtexte Mania