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Body 2 
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by 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 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 chattin’ 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), high 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, your sis got bent over
Push in my ‘ood, take anaconda
Oi, have you seen the state of her body? (Mad)
If I it, I 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
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) pull 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 come too close
Should I take Keisha or should I take Becky?
Russ, Tion Wayne both said dunno”
I swear Big A should be sponsored by Nike
Cah he’s got so much Tech when he’s tryna score goals
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 no one’s been slapped
I’m in the with a brownin yat’
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 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 named (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 hearted, walk free
It’s ironic, ’cause he got wetted for spillin’ his drink on me (Boom, boom, boom)
Needs resuscitation just to him breath
Man drown when 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, 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 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 over (Yeah)
She like a little pretzel, you can her (Nah)
She got the inches with the closer (Uh)
Yeah, 808 (Nah, yeah), no, I don’t play no games (Nah)
I don’t say nothin’, I don’t 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)
shot specialist, wet man’s chest
B-double S (Ayy), backshot specialist
Bruck up the pum-pum, leave 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 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, then I switched to the AP (Boom)
Bun it like an earthquake, somethin’ like Haiti (Ah)
She knows me in pages, she me “Baby” (Yes)
In twenty-three hours, had them bring that back (Bring it)
A Rolex can’t phase me
Time be money, so come pay me
Swing both or bring your lady
Jiggy with the baddie, wanna get jiggy with it
And I ain’t talking waps, but she know that strapped
(Really, really with it) Yeah, you know me, I’m really, really with it
Can’t compare you about stacks
Can’t compare when you talk about stacks
Hundred K when I pay my tax
(Bend it) it, shawty wanna make it clap
(Hey, bend it) Bend it, shawty wanna arch her back
“Gun lean get shot from the backseat”
Till man up and bun out the backseat (Nakky)
Gassed up, Top Boy like Ashley
Tappy, swing, get ying up badly (Ying)
dick 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 (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 give a F (Brrr)
What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette
English, English girl named Fiona, African girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped Cola, back up back up, ayy, closer
Body-ody shaped like 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 chattin’ 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), high 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, your sis got bent over
Push in my ‘ood, take anaconda
Oi, have you seen the state of her body? (Mad)
If I it, I 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
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) pull 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 come too close
Should I take Keisha or should I take Becky?
Russ, Tion Wayne both said dunno”
I swear Big A should be sponsored by Nike
Cah he’s got so much Tech when he’s tryna score goals
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 no one’s been slapped
I’m in the with a brownin yat’
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 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 named (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 hearted, walk free
It’s ironic, ’cause he got wetted for spillin’ his drink on me (Boom, boom, boom)
Needs resuscitation just to him breath
Man drown when 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, 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 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 over (Yeah)
She like a little pretzel, you can her (Nah)
She got the inches with the closer (Uh)
Yeah, 808 (Nah, yeah), no, I don’t play no games (Nah)
I don’t say nothin’, I don’t 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)
shot specialist, wet man’s chest
B-double S (Ayy), backshot specialist
Bruck up the pum-pum, leave 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 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, then I switched to the AP (Boom)
Bun it like an earthquake, somethin’ like Haiti (Ah)
She knows me in pages, she me “Baby” (Yes)
In twenty-three hours, had them bring that back (Bring it)
A Rolex can’t phase me
Time be money, so come pay me
Swing both or bring your lady
Jiggy with the baddie, wanna get jiggy with it
And I ain’t talking waps, but she know that strapped
(Really, really with it) Yeah, you know me, I’m really, really with it
Can’t compare you about stacks
Can’t compare when you talk about stacks
Hundred K when I pay my tax
(Bend it) it, shawty wanna make it clap
(Hey, bend it) Bend it, shawty wanna arch her back
“Gun lean get shot from the backseat”
Till man up and bun out the backseat (Nakky)
Gassed up, Top Boy like Ashley
Tappy, swing, get ying up badly (Ying)
dick 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 (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 give a F (Brrr)
What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette
English, English girl named Fiona, African girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped Cola, back up back up, ayy, closer
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