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I’m not saying you’re easy
But you aint making it hard
The way you act to tease me
Aint getting this dark

I don’t mean to dislodge serenity
But you’re creating your image off a stolen identity
You wonder why eyes are cutting, automatic enmity
Cos your attempts to be indigenous
Fit in is based on ignorance
Yet you do it with all diligence like chameleon shark
Your whole dress and swagger are walks in the park
Swinging your bits to fling yourself at anything dark

You want to call yourself a Naija Girl
Once he fills you with his Naija world
All you want is that boom shack a lack
You want that big black cock
Back shots giving head
Cos he made your body rock back
You want to call yourself a Yardie girl
Because he filled you with his yardie world

I aint saying you’re an easy target lady
But your chocolate orange tan wont match your mixed race babies
I got no problems with mixing races
But your simple flavours aint for my taste buds

I feel the buzz of a thousand stings
Blinding like the bling of a thousand rings
I see a bait-a-black and I hear a thousand dings
Avoid, Avoid! She’ll learn a thousand things
Playing one big game called arouse the kings
Who dares wins but I won’t play with her
She’ll take the W off woman and put it on Wigg-er
If it wasn’t for the law she’d say she loves her Nigg-er
Its not a case of Beyonce, Blondes or Bigger
It takes more than a figure to get the balance right
But this chick only hooks up with stereotypes
I should call her pasture blaster
Sony or Panasonic
Cos regular folk she looks past but anything hot black she’s on it
She’s a hole sale chav
Super sonic wag wannabe
But Wha Gwaan aint got Wog in it honestly

I aint saying your easy
But take some of the blame
Girls like you but the good ones to shame
If bait-a-black is your only game
What are you giving other than time body and name

See you might chat patois
Understand everyting
Speak to every trib e in their own tongue
but what do you bring?
Where is Your Culture
I’m trying to make you think
See any girl lost in me has to come black from the brink
Till then I’ll sing

I aint saying your easy
But you aint making it hard
The way you try to please me
Makes you a walk in the park

Said I don’t want to call you easy
But you don’t make it hard
Never want to call you easy
But you obviously are
Bait