No More Naija Men Lyrics By ENNY

No More Naija Men Lyrics By ENNY

I seem to go for Naija men

That love to have me stressing

My bredrens 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 looks just like Medusa

I'm tryna get all my food up

I'm rapping man, ah-ah-ah

A lyrical assassination I 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 it's boring

You constantly bring up old shit and I'm yawning

You constantly bring up old shit (shit, shit, shit)

Ay, like it's the hate hollow and worry, I hang on it

Took a millisecond of 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

Ya, 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 keep me robust

But the topic headed right back to the rearranged gut

I was tryna get you to drop me and you a make us

Your infatuation with pussy, you keep eyes block

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, 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 friend's girl

For a piece, he would, ay

Like it's the hate hollow and worry, I hang on it

Took a millisecond of 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 of 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..