Woman

[Chorus: Jumoke] She’s meant to be cared for And meant to be loved Cos na she be your angel She’s sent from above Na woman she be No be your punching bag Na woman she be No be your punching bag [Verse 1: Olamide] This is a story by my neighbour Morenikeji that got married to debo In gods presence they found favour Hoping they are going to enjoy The fruit of their labour Anything for man she will do it Deep blue sea and hill She’s been through it Even when they had no food to eat She stood by a man likе we can do it But she need to make it Through thе storm Everything they lost They start to return Friends wey go before They start to dey come But uh her man don turn akagum Acting like a beast When she talk about money But when is time for sex He will be acting like a monkey If she say am not in the mood For that boo Next thing is to beat her face Black and blue [Chorus: Jumoke] She’s meant to be cared for And meant to be loved Cos na she be your angel She’s sent from above Na woman she be No be your punching bag Na woman she be No be your punching bag bag [Verse 2: Olamide] Baby look at the colour of my eyes In case you don’t know Is best you realise Is to keep you warm whenever You are called Okay let me assume you’ve Never been told but now you know Guess what it is oko iyawo My guy live in peace She deserve some marry explicity Don’t mess me with my biz As dem born you naso dem born Her too You dey mess around but You don’t want her to Give her special treat Like a real man should There is a limit to everything She’s not cartoon Is like mds come to a spot Ti agbara ban gun e you Fit go bus stop What this woman need is affection Without it I fit deem abortion [Chorus: Jumoke] She’s meant to be cared for And meant to be loved Cos na she be your angel She’s sent from above Na woman she be No be your punching bag Na woman she be No be your punching bag [Verse 3: Olamide] You know leran to let him go But she said she’s never letting go She’s rather die just to make things work That’s a good woman You do know her well You be telling her let him go But she say she’s never letting go She will rather die Just to make things work That’s a good woman You do know her well Don’t mess me with my beas As dem born you naso dem born Her too You dey mess around but You don’t want her to Give her special treat Like a real man should There is a limit to everything She’s not cartoon [Chorus: Jumoke] She’s meant to be cared for And meant to be loved Cos na she be your angel She’s sent from above Na woman she be No be your punching bag Na woman she be No be your punching bag She’s meant to be cared for And meant to be loved Cos na she be your angel She’s sent from above Na woman she be No be your punching bag Na woman she be No be your punching bag Na woman she be [Outro: Jumoke & Olamide] No be your punching bag Na woman she be No be your punching bag Na woman she be No be your punching bag Na woman she be No be your punching bag Bag bag bag Kosi bi obo se seri ti inoki o se Ibi oju ibi lo You have to treat her Like a real woman she is Remember your mama is a woman Your sister is a woman Ah ah ah Your angel your angel No be your punching bag