Letra de 'Peng Black Girls (feat. Jorja Smith)' de ENNY

There's peng black girls in my area code
Dark skin, light skin, medium tone
Permed tings, braids, got minis afros
Thick lips, got hips some of us don’t

Big nose contour, some of us won’t
Never wanna put us in the media, bro
Want a fat booty like Kardashians? (no)
Want a fat booty like my aunty got, yo

Wheel up the bloodclart, tell her reload it
I've got the camera, my girls are posin'
I need some back up then my ones are rollin'
Grown woman ting, so I'm never at risk
Mind my own business so I'm never in mess

Who am I? I ain't bait
Get a slice of the cake
Want a house with a view and a new pair of shoes

Keep it real from the jump
Gucci gang, lil pump
Little vibe, little bass, little kick, little snare

Little lies, big truths
Do you, they don't care
Do you, they don't care
Get your ass out the box and build up from there

I don't have a gang with me
But I still walk with a gangster lean
And rock Nike's cause we think they're clean
MJ, leather jacket, beat it, billie jean
MJ, leather jacket, 'cause I think I'm bad

That's cool, I like it
The growth, the light
The pain, the fight
We love, we fight
We hurt, we cry
He paid the price
You'll be alright

I think I need some time away
I took a little time, I prayed
We gon' be alright, okay
Alright, okay
Alright, okay

I think I need some time away
I took a little time, I prayed
We gon' be alright, okay
Alright, okay
Alright, okay
Alright, okay

Enny said there's peng black girls in our area codes
These black girls need to be in the shows
Be on the runways, not just mood boards
On top of that, we gotta see them in your team

Look at your crown, natural relaxed
Had a jheri curl one time, soft and sheen
Where black girl magic is sometimes blue
Might have broke a hair band or two

Raise my voice, you gonna say that I'm angry
Kiss my teeth and now you say that I'm hood
Kid at sixteen, you say it's my destiny
Drive a Range, you think I'm up to no good

Give us a break and let us breath, man
Give us a chance, let us achieve, fam
And I know that my hair looks a bit different today
So don't touch my hair

Like, new hair, who this?
Old black bomber jacket and the bantu twists
Look, mind over matter, I can handle this
We're fine, took a second, the rewards in risk

See, I think that I care too much
Bottle of some Covousier, two cups
I've got nothing to show
But you love to check my flaws and all my trials
I was black back when it wasn't even in style

That's cool, I like it
The growth, the light
The pain, the fight
We love, we fight
We hurt, we cry
He paid the price
You'll be alright

I think I need some time away
I took a little time, I prayed
We gon' be alright, okay
Alright, okay
Alright, okay

I think I need some time away
I took a little time, I prayed
We gon' be alright, okay
Alright, okay
Alright, okay
Alright, okay