"4C" lyrics

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 cah, 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 cah, they know they can't fuck with me

Uhh, 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 widda mink
Poppin' out cah the real is going extinct

Get like me, bitch, get like my people
She going black, she going negro
It's top bins, I don't even need a free throw
Them gyal fly only when they hit Heathrow

Stunting, I'll give it a miss
I just be counting resid's
Handling, minding 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, uhh

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 cah, 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 cah, they know they can't fuck with me

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 cah that face card don't decline

Word play 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 kind

Uhh, who told bitches that they need a BBL just to sell?
I'm stacking my riches up like shelves, oh well
My home girl said, "Looking 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
Reheating 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 cah, 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 cah, they know they can't fuck with me

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 cah that face card don't decline

Word play 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 kind