4C

Do your hair (huh?) Let me do, let me do it (no, I'm, no, I'm in a rush) Come, let me do your hair (no, no-no, it's) Come, let me do your hair (Hargo production) yeah Hair 4C, but you can't foresee The icon Queen B I'm about to be Waist petite, pretty, and my hair fuzzy They say they don't 'cause they know they can't fuck with me Hair 4C, but you can't foresee The icon Queen B I'm about to be Waist petite, pretty, and my hair fuzzy They say they don't 'cause they know they can't fuck with me Uh, they get lip filler to get their lips bigger Who you tryna convince? You know who the blueprint Throw me out to the wolves, come back with a mink Poppin' out 'cause the real is goin' extinct Get like me, bitch, get like my people She goin' black, she goin' negro It's top bins, I don't even need a free throw Them gyal fly only when they hit Heathrow Stuntin', I'll give it a miss, I just be countin' resid's Handlin', mindin' my bizz, they know what time it is Bitches bright and green like high vis Can't take my shine, it's in their eyelids Nah, they can't keep a good man down I just glow, Afro, when I wear my crown I wear my pride outside, and when nobody's around Big Banks ready, know that I'm the talk of the town, uh Hair 4C, but you can't foresee The icon Queen B I'm about to be Waist petite, pretty, and my hair fuzzy They say they don't 'cause they know they can't fuck with me Hair 4C, but you can't foresee The icon Queen B I'm about to be Waist petite, pretty, and my hair fuzzy They say they don't 'cause they know they can't fuck with me, uh Whine up your waistline, pon da bassline Whine up your waistline, pon da bassline If you don't take time, might just break spine He want my digits 'cause that face card don't decline Wordplay sublime, big vibes when I rhyme I make genres mine, rap, drill or grime Ain't as gritty as mine I got that stick icky cherry, that one of a kind Uh, who told bitches that they need a BBL just to sell? I'm stackin' my riches up like shelves, oh well My homegirl said, "Lookin' swell" Don't care if they give me hell, I will prevail They send with no mail, their egos so frail I just eat my kale and sip ginger ale, LOL Anything I do, these bitches wan' be on my tail Reheatin' my nachos when that shit is so stale Hair 4C, but you can't foresee The icon Queen B I'm about to be Waist petite, pretty, and my hair fuzzy They say they don't 'cause they know they can't fuck with me Hair 4C, but you can't foresee The icon Queen B I'm about to be Waist petite, pretty, and my hair fuzzy They say they don't 'cause they know they can't fuck with me, uh Whine up your waistline, pon da bassline Whine up your waistline, pon da bassline If you don't take time, might just break spine He want my digits 'cause that face card don't decline Wordplay sublime, big vibes when I rhyme I make genres mine, rap, drill or grime Ain't as gritty as mine I got that stick icky cherry, that one of a kind What were, what were you tellin' me about? Baby, you got to be proud of your crown (I am) Your fuzzy hair is a crown It is a protective crown You know what? Let me tell you this It is a physiological adaptation for livin' in Africa Thousands of years that your ancestors have lived in Africa, right? That tight curl is caused by disulfide bridges And the, the hair itself is actually very fragile, right? But coilin' and then makin' it to be voluminous and protect your hair Your head and your scalp so it doesn't fry in the African heat Oh, oh (yeah?)