Sis

[Verse 1: 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

[Chorus: Hamzaa]
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

[Verse 2: Br3nya]
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

[Chorus: Hamzaa]
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

[Chorus: Hamzaa]
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