Frida. Songtext
von Curtis Roach

Where you at?
Where you from? Where you at? What′s your sign?
Where you at? Where you from? What's your sign?

Ah, where my fly little divas at?
Where my queens, where my chick is at?
Apple bottom girl, you′re so Bonita yeah
Yeah, yeah, 'cause you my Frida, yeah
I think I found me a keeper, yeah
You run my mind like a cheetah, yeah
Picture-perfect girl, you're Mona Lisa yeah
Yeah, yeah, ′cause you my Frida, yeah, ay


Girl you lookin′ like a actress on a magazine
Tell me what's a bad bitch to a golden queen?
Say she like to floss like she cleaning out her teeth
Lookin′ like a snack, girl, you look just like a treat
Girl you look just like dessert, 'cause you like the syrup
Girl you know you got to swerve, when they throwing dirt on you
Girl you know you better work
Mrs. Independent in a nice dress
Girl you be the finest
You′ll be where them fly little divas at

Where my queens, where my chick is at?
Apple bottom girl, you're so Bonita, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ′cause you my Frida, yeah
I think I found me a keeper, yeah
You run my mind like a cheetah, yeah
Picture-perfect girl, you're Mona Lisa, yeah
Yeah, yeah, 'cause you my Frida, yeah (huh-huh)

But can I ask where my divas at?
Where my queens, where my chick is at?
Apple bottom girl, you′re so Bonita, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ′cause you my Frida yeah
I think I found me a keeper, yeah
You run my mind like a cheetah, yeah
Picture-perfect girl, you're Mona Lisa, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ′cause you my Frida, yeah
Hey, okay