letra de no more naija men - 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 b-ttons, 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 likе 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 sh-t and i’m yawning
you constantly bring up old sh-t (sh-t, sh-t, sh-t)
ay, like it’s thе 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 p-ssy, 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 f-ck 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
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- letra de na ve'ned - נע ונד - cohen@mushon - כהן@מושון
- letra de bist du bei mir - rakede
- letra de mixing glass - sherman records music playlist
- letra de sheep farming in the falklands (flexi) - crass
- letra de the reverend / million groove - max weinstein
- letra de wordy components - kinté
- letra de stranger things - peweh
- letra de на моменте (at the moment) (skit) - brick bazuka
- letra de up - josh sallee