Woman ft. Jumoke Lyrics

[ti:08 Woman ft. 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

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 like we can do it

But she need to make it

Through the 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

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

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

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

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

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

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