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Sweeter than a Honey Bee, yea, Black Girl you so pretty Sweeter than Honey Bee, yea, you a Queen Bee P-R-E-T-T-Y I, I, I'm fly Got that Pro-Black Bae I got that Throwback Got that Melanin, am Elegant, and ummm... Yaaaaas! No weave, Not bags No heels, just flats Two legs fulla cellulite No make up And I still got em breakin' they necks to get next to me Stutterin' Who next? Who he? Cuddlin' like sex to me Oooweee Them exes Can't get it All want it Shout out to The Rolling Stones Can't call it Body perfect Like the love of God Wanna Objetify Gotta cut em' off Pop Pop Bang Bang like Chitti Number one representa of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee No Silicone Pretty though Holla alla dem uh Pretty Girls Holla alla dem uh Pretty Girls Yea Holla alla dem uh Pretty Girls Holla alla dem uh Pretty Girls Yea P-R-E-T-T-Y You a girl You a woman Bae you got it, Ayyy Diosa mia Ain't fear up in love And you love so don't let em scare you into thinkin Maybe Mabbeline has got it God didn't make no mistakes when Her created yo body Hottie Shit Go head wit yo fat ass, flat ass, bad ass self You don't need no help Tell them fools fall back You don't need nuthin else They got us out here lookin crazy Eatin disorders and beefin wit each other Sis it's shady For my country girls, city girls To my bossy girls, prissy girls Athletic, strong, and witty girls Gutta, goofy, brainy, gritty girls Holla alla dem uh Pretty Girls Yea Holla alla dem uh Pretty Girls Holla alla dem uh Pretty Girls Yea Holla alla dem uh Pretty Girls Holla alla dem uh Pretty Girls Yea Sweeter than a Honey Bee, yea, Black Girl you so pretty Sweeter than Honey Bee, yea Alla dem uh Pretty Girls Holla fuck a hater though Holla fuck a hater society Want you in the store stuck buying "these" Buying this Buyin that Worried bout if they gon love you if you lose that back, gain some fat If you know that's wack Say Holla alla dem uh Pretty Girls Holla alla dem uh Pretty Girls yea She a Queen She a Queen when she walk inna ting How she rock inna ting Make em' stop inna ting Every phenotype, every shade, every curl Ain't none could compare to a bold Black Girl Wide nose Skin light, skin dark, skin milk chocolate Smooth skin, stretch marks Nappy girl, loopy curls Faded or braided Natti-dreaded It's your world They ain't messin' wit my Sistas Tried to chain us and break us But they cannot dismiss us Freedom cannot resist us We created existence Revolution Resistance Holla alla dem uh Pretty Girls Holla alla dem uh Pretty Girls Yea Holla alla dem uh Pretty Girls Holla alla dem uh Pretty Girls Yea
Writer(s): Corina Peila Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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