"Have you seen the state of her body" Lyrics
Tion Wayne & Russ Millions Lyrics "Body (Remix)" (feat. ArrDee, E1, ZT, Bugzy Malone, Buni, Fivio Foreign & Darkoo)
[Intro:]
Crud Brap (Mm-mm), yo
Muad Gotcha 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
[Tion Wayne:] Man,
I'm still up on the roads, could've left (Bah, bah)
Still chattin' to my bros on the tech' (Mm-mm)
**** that, man, I don't give a F (Boom, boom)
What, you wanna get smoked?
Cigarette (Bah, bah, bah) [Russ Millions:]
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
[ArrDee:] 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 **** (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 an 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)
Because we're gonna get busy,
(Ayy) the king of my city for really
[Tion Wayne:] Man, I'm still up on the roads, could've left
(Mm-mm) Still chattin' to my bros on the tech' (Bah, bah)
**** that, man, I don't give a F (Brrr)
What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette
[Russ Millions:] English, English girl named Fiona,
African girl, Adeola Body-ody shaped like Cola, back up back up, ayy, come closer
[E1:] 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 TEC when he's tryna 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 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)
"Anyting green get bun" is a cap 'Cah no one in 3x3's been blammed (For fashion)
[Bugzy Malone:] 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 may the 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 breathe
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 (Woo)
[Tion Wayne:] Man, I'm still up on the roads, could've left (Mm-mm)
Still chattin' to my bros on the tech' (Bah, bah)
**** that, man, I don't give a F (Brrr)
What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette
[Russ Millions:] English, English girl named Fiona,
African girl, Adeola Body-ody shaped like Cola, back up back up, ayy, come closer
[Fivio Foreign:] 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) ***** 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 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 ****, man,
I'm, proud of my name (Uh) [ZT:] (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), shoutout my 3x3's (Brrr, brap) [Darkoo:] Touch my watch, man, you must be crazy (Bad him up) Had an Rollie, then I switched to the AP (Boom) Body 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 ***** come pay me Swing both ways or bring 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 about stacks Can't compare when you talk about stacks Hundred K when I pay my tax Bend it, shawty wanna make it clap Bend it, shawty wanna arch her back [Buni:] "Gun lean get shot from the backseat" 'Til 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?) 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) [Tion Wayne:] 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) **** that, man, I don't give a F (Brrr) What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette [Russ Millions:] English, English girl named Fiona, African girl, Adeola Body-ody shaped like Cola, back up back up, ayy, come closer
