[Intro]
I'm gonna marry a Nigerian
And you're gonna wear gele to my wedding
My Nigerian babes
[Verse 1]
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 servе the main course, this a taster
I roll around thе 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
You constantly bring up old shit (Shit, shit, shit)
[Chorus]
Ayy, 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
I'm gonna marry a Nigerian
And you're gonna wear gele to my wedding
My Nigerian babes
[Verse 1]
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 servе the main course, this a taster
I roll around thе 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
You constantly bring up old shit (Shit, shit, shit)
[Chorus]
Ayy, 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
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