A sista wonder when her feelings lies,
She cute or beautiful to suit a bortha eyes
But when she start to tell them,
They think she tellinh lies.
It in the feeling of her body,
They length of her hair,
Her stong singing voice.
I'm a sista
Phenomenal.
Phenomenal sista,
That's me
She pulls in with her BMW,
Just as smooth as silk,
And to a bortha
They stand and stair or,
Start clapping their hands,
They gave up their numbers to her
All the other sista are looking ugly
She said,
It's the fire in my brown eyes,
The flash of my smile,
The swing in my hips,
And the soul, in my feet.
