No More Naija Men

I seem to go for Naija men that love to have me stressing My brethren's 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 in the essence and clearly it's getting pressing I'm pressing buttons I'm clued my braid looks just like Medusa I'm trying to get all my food up I'm rapping man uh uh uh A lyrical assassination I've put in placement 'cause I ain't bout to serve the main course this a 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 its boring You constantly bring up old shit and I'm yawning You constantly bring up old shit, shit shit shit Aye like it's the hate hollow and worry I hang on it Took a millisecond composure to language this Every sentence leaving your lip I would hang on it Thoughts of walking into the sun but our hands don't fit 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 The constant need for affection it keep me robust But the topic headed right back to the rearrange gut I was trying to get you to drop me and you and make us Your infatuation with pussy it keep your eyes block Why they teaching that woman's the problem educate us And why you had me deep in my feelings a sorry can't run Seen Eve with 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 all fall down For a piece he would burn this whole thing to the ground For a piece he would fuck up on his best friends girl For a piece he would aye, aye, aye, like It's the hate hollow and worry I hang on it Took a millisecond composure to language this Every sentence leaving your lip I would hang on it Thoughts of walking into the sun but our hands don't fit It's the hate hollow and worry I hang on it Took a millisecond composure to language this Every sentence leaving your lip I would hang on it Thoughts of walking into the sun but our hands don't fit