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Body 2 
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de Tion Wayne X Russ Millions
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E-E-English girl named Fiona, big batty girl named Abiola (Mm-mm)
Body-ody shaped like (Bah)
Back up, back up, bring it to the owner
Man, I’m still up on the roads, could’ve left (Bah, bah)
chattin’ to my on the tech’ (Mm-mm)
that, man, I don’t give a F (Boom, boom)
What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette (Bah, bah, bah)
English, English girl named Fiona, African girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped like Cola, back up, back up, ayy, come closer
Vida loca (Bullet), high as a kite, never sober (Shaka)
Python, hit him a Cobra
Free up my bro, Casanova (Free him up)
Badman persona, badman alone can control her (‘Trol her)
Sorry, sorry, your sis got bent over
Push in my ‘ood, anaconda
Oi, have you seen the state of her body? (Mad)
If I beat it, I ain’t wearin’ a Jonny (Hah)
Adeola wanna roll with a geezer (With a geez)
Is it me or the lifestyle, sweetheart?
Actually, I don’t give a shit (Nah)
I’m a rapper now, might as well live in it (Live in it)
She smoke up in my hotel, billin’ it (Billin’ it)
You can do what you like darlin’, ArrDee don’t a F
Still get brain when I smoke cigarettes
White boy wasted, coat get her wet
But my big brownin’ love roll with the zest
I’m her English boy, but I’m so bloody lit
Yo, Tizzy, my killy, I’m litty, I’m burst
Anybody come see it, (Ayy) up to the AP (Ayy)
(Ayy) Probably gonna get busy, (Ayy) the of my city for really!
Man, I’m still up on the roads, could’ve left (Mm-mm)
Still chattin’ to my bros on the tech’ (Bah, bah)
Fuck that, man, I don’t a F (Brrr)
What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette
English, English girl named Fiona, girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped like Cola, back up back up, ayy, come closer
Don’t come too close
Should I take Keisha or should I take Becky?
Russ, Tion Wayne both said “I dunno”
I swear Big A should be sponsored by Nike
Cah he’s got so much Tech when he’s tryna score goals
Ordnance Road, bro that pole
Mm-mm, if you know then you know (You know)
E1, bringin’ it back
Drop a gun lean ‘cah no one’s been slapped
I’m in the backseat with a brownin yat’
With the biggest of backs and the shoulder tap (Leng)
They give us the biggest of chats
But live in the flesh, didn’t see no hands (No hands)
“Any ting green get bun” is a cap
‘Cah no one in 3×3’s been (For fashion)
Look, you don’t wanna get left in a mess (Boom)
Gun shot from the right and the left (Boom)
Fifty G’s won’t pay for your life
Get blazed like Cali with no cigarette (Yeah, yeah)
E-English girl named Fiona (Huh?)
Straight Hennessy with no Cola (Huh?)
Know man since Bergkamp and Zola
Hold onto the super soaker (Ayy)
Anything to be God like, made and clean hearted, walk free
It’s ironic, ’cause he got wetted for spillin’ his on me (Boom, boom, boom)
Needs resuscitation just to help him breath
Man drown when it’s an internal bleed
But I don’t care for your nickname, or your last name
Anyone can get R.I.P’d
Man, I’m still up on the roads, could’ve left (Mm-mm)
Still chattin’ to my bros on the tech’ (Bah, bah)
Fuck that, man, I don’t give a F (Brrr)
What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette
English, English girl named Fiona, African girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped like Cola, back up back up, ayy, come closer
Look, hold up (Hold up, hold up, hold up)
I think I know her
I don’t like your tone, girl, talk a little lower (Nah)
Nigga get for smokin’ my roll-up (Boom, boom)
You said you got it now you gotta show up (Yeah)
Shawty gon’ suck me up ’til it’s (Yeah)
She like a little pretzel, you can fold her (Nah)
She got the twenty inches with the closer (Uh)
Yeah, 808 (Nah, yeah), no, I don’t play no games (Nah)
I don’t say nothin’, I clear no names (Nah)
If man’s not hot then not saying
If man gets boomed, then I get blamed (Boom)
I took a perky, I’m out of my brain
I ain’t never steppin’ out of my lane (Nah)
Man, I did a lot of shit, man, I’m, proud of my name (Uh)
(Woo) ZT, I’m a C-double S (Yes)
Chest shot specialist, wet man’s chest
B-double S (Ayy), specialist
up the pum-pum, leave that wet
Bad B’s in with the set, no stress, get bread
And we set them trends, no meds
We flex on the opps, get vexed
No net, but you know that we on them (Boom, boom)
Me and E stepped on scene, SOS for an anti-green
AFG is an anti team, I don’t know ’bout them, I got a rams on me (Mm-mm)
I see one of them IC3’s
I make the hand ting beat (Brap, brap)
Neezy stuck in the streets (Mm-mm), shoutout my 3×3’s (Brrr, brap)
Touch my watch, man, you must be crazy (Bad him up)
Had an Rollie, I switched to the AP (Boom)
Bun it like an earthquake, somethin’ like Haiti (Ah)
She knows me in pages, she callin’ me “Baby” (Yes)
In twenty-three hours, had them bring that back (Bring it)
A Rolex phase me
Time be money, so come pay me
Swing both ways or your lady
Jiggy with the baddie, wanna come get jiggy with it
And I ain’t talking waps, but she know that I’m strapped
(Really, really with it) Yeah, you know me, I’m really, really with it
Can’t compare when you talk stacks
Can’t compare when you talk about stacks
K when I pay my tax
(Bend it) Bend it, shawty wanna make it clap
(Hey, bend it) Bend it, shawty wanna arch her back
lean get shot from the backseat”
Till man pull up and bun out the backseat (Nakky)
Gassed up, Top Boy like Ashley
Tappy, swing, get ying up badly (Ying)
dick make scream “Papi”
She holds my wappy, she me (Mm-mm)
You know I’m tappy, I chat, and not cappy
I rub my mashy, I’m too-too catty (Too catty)
Make man shake, no Harlem (Wah?)
Gassed up, 300, no Spartan (Oi)
I beg man pardon, dot-dot blastin’
Might get blicked where you’re two-step dancin’ (Brrr)
I do no talkin’, the gyal, I’m clartin’
It’s your boy in a spliff, I rass him (Mm-mm)
Bro red card him, shots, no warning
When I see red, I’m chargin’ (Dead)
Mm-mm, yo, man, I’m still up on the roads, could’ve left (Mm-mm)
Still chattin’ to my bros on the tech’ (Bah, bah)
Fuck that, man, I don’t give a F (Brrr)
What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette
English, English girl named Fiona, African girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped like Cola, back up up, ayy, come closer
Body-ody shaped like (Bah)
Back up, back up, bring it to the owner
Man, I’m still up on the roads, could’ve left (Bah, bah)
chattin’ to my on the tech’ (Mm-mm)
that, man, I don’t give a F (Boom, boom)
What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette (Bah, bah, bah)
English, English girl named Fiona, African girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped like Cola, back up, back up, ayy, come closer
Vida loca (Bullet), high as a kite, never sober (Shaka)
Python, hit him a Cobra
Free up my bro, Casanova (Free him up)
Badman persona, badman alone can control her (‘Trol her)
Sorry, sorry, your sis got bent over
Push in my ‘ood, anaconda
Oi, have you seen the state of her body? (Mad)
If I beat it, I ain’t wearin’ a Jonny (Hah)
Adeola wanna roll with a geezer (With a geez)
Is it me or the lifestyle, sweetheart?
Actually, I don’t give a shit (Nah)
I’m a rapper now, might as well live in it (Live in it)
She smoke up in my hotel, billin’ it (Billin’ it)
You can do what you like darlin’, ArrDee don’t a F
Still get brain when I smoke cigarettes
White boy wasted, coat get her wet
But my big brownin’ love roll with the zest
I’m her English boy, but I’m so bloody lit
Yo, Tizzy, my killy, I’m litty, I’m burst
Anybody come see it, (Ayy) up to the AP (Ayy)
(Ayy) Probably gonna get busy, (Ayy) the of my city for really!
Man, I’m still up on the roads, could’ve left (Mm-mm)
Still chattin’ to my bros on the tech’ (Bah, bah)
Fuck that, man, I don’t a F (Brrr)
What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette
English, English girl named Fiona, girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped like Cola, back up back up, ayy, come closer
Don’t come too close
Should I take Keisha or should I take Becky?
Russ, Tion Wayne both said “I dunno”
I swear Big A should be sponsored by Nike
Cah he’s got so much Tech when he’s tryna score goals
Ordnance Road, bro that pole
Mm-mm, if you know then you know (You know)
E1, bringin’ it back
Drop a gun lean ‘cah no one’s been slapped
I’m in the backseat with a brownin yat’
With the biggest of backs and the shoulder tap (Leng)
They give us the biggest of chats
But live in the flesh, didn’t see no hands (No hands)
“Any ting green get bun” is a cap
‘Cah no one in 3×3’s been (For fashion)
Look, you don’t wanna get left in a mess (Boom)
Gun shot from the right and the left (Boom)
Fifty G’s won’t pay for your life
Get blazed like Cali with no cigarette (Yeah, yeah)
E-English girl named Fiona (Huh?)
Straight Hennessy with no Cola (Huh?)
Know man since Bergkamp and Zola
Hold onto the super soaker (Ayy)
Anything to be God like, made and clean hearted, walk free
It’s ironic, ’cause he got wetted for spillin’ his on me (Boom, boom, boom)
Needs resuscitation just to help him breath
Man drown when it’s an internal bleed
But I don’t care for your nickname, or your last name
Anyone can get R.I.P’d
Man, I’m still up on the roads, could’ve left (Mm-mm)
Still chattin’ to my bros on the tech’ (Bah, bah)
Fuck that, man, I don’t give a F (Brrr)
What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette
English, English girl named Fiona, African girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped like Cola, back up back up, ayy, come closer
Look, hold up (Hold up, hold up, hold up)
I think I know her
I don’t like your tone, girl, talk a little lower (Nah)
Nigga get for smokin’ my roll-up (Boom, boom)
You said you got it now you gotta show up (Yeah)
Shawty gon’ suck me up ’til it’s (Yeah)
She like a little pretzel, you can fold her (Nah)
She got the twenty inches with the closer (Uh)
Yeah, 808 (Nah, yeah), no, I don’t play no games (Nah)
I don’t say nothin’, I clear no names (Nah)
If man’s not hot then not saying
If man gets boomed, then I get blamed (Boom)
I took a perky, I’m out of my brain
I ain’t never steppin’ out of my lane (Nah)
Man, I did a lot of shit, man, I’m, proud of my name (Uh)
(Woo) ZT, I’m a C-double S (Yes)
Chest shot specialist, wet man’s chest
B-double S (Ayy), specialist
up the pum-pum, leave that wet
Bad B’s in with the set, no stress, get bread
And we set them trends, no meds
We flex on the opps, get vexed
No net, but you know that we on them (Boom, boom)
Me and E stepped on scene, SOS for an anti-green
AFG is an anti team, I don’t know ’bout them, I got a rams on me (Mm-mm)
I see one of them IC3’s
I make the hand ting beat (Brap, brap)
Neezy stuck in the streets (Mm-mm), shoutout my 3×3’s (Brrr, brap)
Touch my watch, man, you must be crazy (Bad him up)
Had an Rollie, I switched to the AP (Boom)
Bun it like an earthquake, somethin’ like Haiti (Ah)
She knows me in pages, she callin’ me “Baby” (Yes)
In twenty-three hours, had them bring that back (Bring it)
A Rolex phase me
Time be money, so come pay me
Swing both ways or your lady
Jiggy with the baddie, wanna come get jiggy with it
And I ain’t talking waps, but she know that I’m strapped
(Really, really with it) Yeah, you know me, I’m really, really with it
Can’t compare when you talk stacks
Can’t compare when you talk about stacks
K when I pay my tax
(Bend it) Bend it, shawty wanna make it clap
(Hey, bend it) Bend it, shawty wanna arch her back
lean get shot from the backseat”
Till man pull up and bun out the backseat (Nakky)
Gassed up, Top Boy like Ashley
Tappy, swing, get ying up badly (Ying)
dick make scream “Papi”
She holds my wappy, she me (Mm-mm)
You know I’m tappy, I chat, and not cappy
I rub my mashy, I’m too-too catty (Too catty)
Make man shake, no Harlem (Wah?)
Gassed up, 300, no Spartan (Oi)
I beg man pardon, dot-dot blastin’
Might get blicked where you’re two-step dancin’ (Brrr)
I do no talkin’, the gyal, I’m clartin’
It’s your boy in a spliff, I rass him (Mm-mm)
Bro red card him, shots, no warning
When I see red, I’m chargin’ (Dead)
Mm-mm, yo, man, I’m still up on the roads, could’ve left (Mm-mm)
Still chattin’ to my bros on the tech’ (Bah, bah)
Fuck that, man, I don’t give a F (Brrr)
What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette
English, English girl named Fiona, African girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped like Cola, back up up, ayy, come closer
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