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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 Cola (Bah)
Back up, back up, bring it to the owner
Man, I’m still up on the roads, could’ve left (Bah, bah)
Still to my bros on the tech’ (Mm-mm)
Fuck 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), as a kite, never sober (Shaka)
Python, hit him with a Cobra
Free up my bro, Casanova (Free him up)
Badman persona, badman alone can control her (‘Trol her)
Sorry, sorry, sis got bent over
in my ‘ood, take anaconda
Oi, have you seen the 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 give a F
Still get brain when I smoke cigarettes
boy wasted, coat get her wet
But my big brownin’ 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 king 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 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
Don’t too close
Should I take Keisha or should I Becky?
Russ, Tion Wayne both “I dunno”
I swear Big A should be sponsored by Nike
Cah he’s got so much Tech he’s score goals
Ordnance Road, bro back that pole
Mm-mm, if you know then you know (You know)
E1, I’m bringin’ it back
Drop a gun lean ‘cah no one’s been slapped
I’m in the backseat with a yat’
With the biggest of backs and the shoulder tap (Leng)
They 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 blammed (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 Fiona (Huh?)
Straight with no Cola (Huh?)
Know man since Bergkamp and Zola
Hold 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 drink 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, 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 (Nah)
Nigga get shot 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 over (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 say nothin’, I clear no names (Nah)
If man’s not hot then man’s 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), backshot specialist
Bruck up the pum-pum, leave that wet
Bad B’s in love 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 scored on them (Boom, boom)
Me and E just 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), my 3×3’s (Brrr, brap)
Touch my watch, man, you must be (Bad him up)
Had an Rollie, then 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 can’t phase me
Time be money, so bitch come pay me
Swing both ways or bring your lady
Jiggy with the baddie, wanna come get jiggy 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 about stacks
Can’t compare when you talk about stacks
Hundred K when I pay my tax
(Bend it) Bend it, shawty wanna make it clap
(Hey, bend it) Bend it, shawty wanna her back
“Gun 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)
Good make gyal scream “Papi”
She holds my wappy, she makes me happy (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?)
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 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 Fiona, African girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped like Cola, back up up, ayy, come closer
Body-ody shaped Cola (Bah)
Back up, back up, bring it to the owner
Man, I’m still up on the roads, could’ve left (Bah, bah)
Still to my bros on the tech’ (Mm-mm)
Fuck 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), as a kite, never sober (Shaka)
Python, hit him with a Cobra
Free up my bro, Casanova (Free him up)
Badman persona, badman alone can control her (‘Trol her)
Sorry, sorry, sis got bent over
in my ‘ood, take anaconda
Oi, have you seen the 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 give a F
Still get brain when I smoke cigarettes
boy wasted, coat get her wet
But my big brownin’ 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 king 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 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
Don’t too close
Should I take Keisha or should I Becky?
Russ, Tion Wayne both “I dunno”
I swear Big A should be sponsored by Nike
Cah he’s got so much Tech he’s score goals
Ordnance Road, bro back that pole
Mm-mm, if you know then you know (You know)
E1, I’m bringin’ it back
Drop a gun lean ‘cah no one’s been slapped
I’m in the backseat with a yat’
With the biggest of backs and the shoulder tap (Leng)
They 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 blammed (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 Fiona (Huh?)
Straight with no Cola (Huh?)
Know man since Bergkamp and Zola
Hold 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 drink 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, 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 (Nah)
Nigga get shot 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 over (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 say nothin’, I clear no names (Nah)
If man’s not hot then man’s 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), backshot specialist
Bruck up the pum-pum, leave that wet
Bad B’s in love 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 scored on them (Boom, boom)
Me and E just 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), my 3×3’s (Brrr, brap)
Touch my watch, man, you must be (Bad him up)
Had an Rollie, then 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 can’t phase me
Time be money, so bitch come pay me
Swing both ways or bring your lady
Jiggy with the baddie, wanna come get jiggy 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 about stacks
Can’t compare when you talk about stacks
Hundred K when I pay my tax
(Bend it) Bend it, shawty wanna make it clap
(Hey, bend it) Bend it, shawty wanna her back
“Gun 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)
Good make gyal scream “Papi”
She holds my wappy, she makes me happy (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?)
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 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 Fiona, African girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped like Cola, back up up, ayy, come closer
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