Sis - Hamzaa, Br3nya

I see you sis, doing your ting

Frontal hella laid and your edges on swim

And you too fly to be stressing ‘bout him

You worked till five and you still made gym?

Damn, you’s a boss bitch

Make a man move mad like a moshpit

Had a dream about Benz so she copped it

She want a big bag, she want a profit ugh

And you ain’t felt like yourself in a while

You find it hella hard just to crack a likkle smile

And she a single mum, but she still hold it down

Baby daddy is a bum, he ain’t really been around, no

What?

Fuck him anyways

He must be mad if he think he’ll get a better babe

I see them girls hating on you, ‘cause you getting paid

She playing niggas outchea, she ain’t getting played

Doesn’t matter what they say no

You’re the one, they gotta wait for

Cause from waist down, to the way up

Let ‘em hate on ya

Don’t worry you can style on them

Style on them, style on them

Don’t worry you can style on them

Style on them, style on them

If they sleeping on you sis, it’s all good let ‘em sleep (Sleep, sleep)

They’ll soon wake up

She love ah twerk when she putting on her makeup

She too real, she don’t deal with all the fake stuff forreal

And I know uni stressing you

And that money in your pocket been stretching too

You just wanna pree the net and cop a dress or two

Thinking twice if it’s wise, ‘cause the rent is due, yeah

But keep going, you gon' get there in the end

Soon be an ayy girl again with your friends

Banging all nighters but you still look peng

Graduated with a first, babygirl you’s a ten

Hair’s all done and your nails on fleek

And you need a real one, I know that shit ain’t cheap

Spend a few bills just to keep your shit neat

About «Come round» and he ain’t tryna take you out to eat?

She got standards it don’t mean that she a gold digger

She just know that weren’t made for no broke nigga

Make sure your ting is fully patterned when approaching her

She got her eyes on the prize, she a go-getter

Don’t let ‘em tell you that your waist ain’t cutie

You don’t need no figure eight or a big booty

You got a good heart sis that’s what I call beauty

And when they get you down, you bounce back like a true G

Doesn’t matter what they say no

You’re the one, they gotta wait for

Cause from waist down, to the way up

Let ‘em hate on ya

Don’t worry you can style on them

Style on them, style on them

Don’t worry you can style on them

Style on them, style on them

Doesn’t matter what they say no

You’re the one, they gotta wait for

Cause from waist down, to the way up

Let ‘em hate on ya

Don’t worry you can style on them

Style on them, style on them

Don’t worry you can style on them

Style on them, style on them