No More Naija Men

(I'm gonna marry a Nigerian) (And you're gonna wear gele to my wedding) (My Nigerian babe) I seem to go for Naija men That love to have me stressing My burdens told me to broad my pool I might be blocking blessings Enrolling up in the school of life And learning all these lessons 'Cause time has been of the essence And clearly it's getting pressing I'm pressing buttons, I'm clued up My braids look just like Medusa I'm tryna get all my food up I'm rapping man a,h ah, ah A lyrical assassination I put in placement 'Cause I ain't about to serve the main course, this as taster I roll around the ends Find peace like I'm Buddha Roll deep got my hood up No beef 'cause I'm good up You wanna be bad so bad and it's boring You constantly bring up old shit and I'm yawning, yeah (and I'm yawning, yeah) You constantly bring up old shit (you constantly bring up old shit, shit, shit, shit) Hey, llke it's the hate, hollow and worry I hang on it (hang on it) Took a millisecond of composure to language this Every sentence leaving your lip I would hang on it (hang on it) Thoughts of walking into the sun But our hands don't fit (hands don't fit) Yeah still jiggy I got it I pay for it, I want it I spend, look at this change I stay stuck in some pain I stand still in the rain My hair can't back it Knee deep in your love My heart can't hack it Yeah the constant need for affection It keeps me robust But the topic headed right back to the rearranged guts I was tryna get you to drop me And you were made us Your infatuation with pussy and keep your eyes block And why they teaching that women's the problem, educate us And why you had me deep in my feelings A sorry can't run Seen Eve with the apple Lead me into battle For a piece he would break his bond with Jesus, I'm rattled For a piece, he would let it all fall down For a piece, he would burn this whole thing to the ground For a piece, he would fuck on his best friend's girl For a piece he would, hey, hey Like it's the hate, hollow and worry I hang on it Took a millisecond of composure to language this Every sentence leaving your lips I would hang on it (on it) Thoughts of walking into the sun But our hands don't fit (hands don't fit) It's the hate, the hollow and worry I hang on it (hang on it) Took a millisecond of composure to language this Every sentence leaving your lips I would hang on it (hang on it) Thoughts of walking into the sun, but our hands don't fit (hands don't fit)