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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Little Simz
Lead Vocals
Cleo Sol
Vocals
Caroline Adeyemi
Vocals
Graham Godfrey
Percussion
Inflo
Background Vocals
Kadeem Clarke
Keyboards
Miles Clinton James
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Simbiatu Ajikawo
Lyrics
Dean Josiah Cover
Composer
Cleopatra Nikolic
Lyrics
Rosie Danvers
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Inflo
Producer
Ben Baptie
Mixing Engineer
Matt Colton
Mastering Engineer
Richard Woodcraft
Mixing Engineer
Sophie Ellis
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
Naija women, got the melanin dripping
L-O-N-D-O-N, city girl living
In the back looking like fire chilli pepper
Yoruba girl tougher than imperial leather
He was getting bitter while she was getting better
Diamonds are forever
Miss Sierra Leone looking like a gem
Works hard in the week
Party on the weekend
Know you wanna live with no one watching how you spend
Got a thing for the finer things and the finer men
Miss Tanzania, she a do or die
Say she want to know more 'bout the Sukuma tribe
We hit the zoot, once wasn't enough
Got an ocean full of knowledge, it was scuba dive
Miss Ethiopia can play so jazzy
Then sit you down and school you on Selassie
Tell 'em you're nothing without a woman, no
Woman to woman, I just wanna see you glow
Tell 'em what's up
I love how you go from zero to one hundred
And leave the dust behind
You've got this
All action, no talk
Bajan honeys, know you repping for your country
Sun kissing your brown skin, looking like money
Say she focusing on being an accountant
When you have beauty and brains, they find it astounding
Why? She been getting it on her own, ****
Self made, ain't nobody doing gold digger
Now
Miss India always speaks with her chest
Got respect from her people 'cause she leads them the best
Hmm, real-life queen in the flesh
Know the crown get heavy, still it beez on your head
Brooklyn ladies, know you hustle on the daily
Innovating just like Donna Summer in the '80's
Your time, they seeing you glow now
Intelligence and elegance, show 'em how
Miss Jamaica understand food for the soul
If she get up in the kitchen or she throw down
Ain't nothing without a woman though
Woman to woman, I just wanna see you glow
Tell 'em what's up
I love how you go from zero to one hundred
And leave the dust behind
You've got this
All action, no talk
I see you glow, you're the finest gold
When you walk in the room, they feel your soul
Your style, it shines so ahead of time
And you know that you're fire, you're so damn fine, girl
Girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl
She a Ghana girl
Calm with it, never let the marijuana fail
Though a sucker for the romance
Take you to the homeland
One way, she ain't coming back, nah
All I see is black stars and I frigging love it, yeah, yeah
Time's up, tell the people that we coming, yeah, yeah
Done being in the shadow, going public, yeah, yeah
Don't know how to bear it, how to stomach, yeah, yeah
Hand over the shit and let us run it, yeah, yeah
All we know is looking flawless, all they know is stare, stare
Ain't nothing without a woman though
Woman to woman, I just wanna see you glow
I love how you go from zero to one hundred
And leave the dust behind
You've got this
And lead them with your light
You've got this (Woman to woman, I just wanna see you glow)
All action, no talk (Tell 'em what's up)
Written by: Cleopatra Nikolic, Dean Josiah Cover, Simbiatu Ajikawo