Tion Wayne & Russ Millions – Body (Remix) Lyrics

 

Body (Remix) Lyrics by Tion Wayne & Russ Millions (feat. ArrDee, E1 (3×3), ZT (3×3), Bugzy Malone, BU-NI, Fivio Foreign & DARKOO)

 

Crud
Muad
E-E-English girl named Fiona (Gotcha)
Big batty girl named Abiola
Body-ody shaped like Cola
Back up, back up, bring it to the owner

Man, I’m still up on the roads, could’ve left
Still chatting to my bros on the tech
Fuck that man, I don’t give a F (Boom, boom)
What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette
English, English girl named Fiona
African girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped like Cola
Back up, back up, ay, 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
Sorry, sorry, your sis got bent over
Push in my ‘ood, take anaconda

Ay, have you seen the state of her body? (Mad)
If I beat it, I ain’t wearing a johnny
Adeola wanna roll with a geezer (With a geez)
Is it me or the lifestyle, sweetheart?
Actually, I don’t give a shit
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 darling, ArrDee don’t give a F
Still get brain when I smoke cigarettes
White boy wasted, coke get her wet
But my big brownin’ love roll with the Zs
I’m an English boy but I’m so bloody lit
Yo, Tizzy, my killy, I’m littly, I’m burst
And her body come silly, pull up to the AP
‘Cause we’re gonna get busy, the king of my city for really

Man, I’m still up on the roads, could’ve left
Still chatting to my bros on the tech
Fuck that man, I don’t give a F (Boom, boom)
What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette
English, English girl named Fiona
African girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped like Cola
Back up, back up, ay, 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
He’s got so much TEC when he’s tryna score goals
Ordinance Road, bro back that pole
Mm-mm, if you know then you know (You know)
E1, I’m bringing it back
Drop a gun lean cah no one’s been slapped
I’m in the backseat with a Browning 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 3×3’s been blammed (It’s for fashion)

Look, you don’t wanna get left in a mess
Gun shot from the right and left
Fifty G’s won’t pay for your life
Get blazed like Cali with no cigarette (Yeah, yeah)
E-English girl named Fiona
Straight Hennessy with no Cola
Know man since Bergkamp and Zola
Hold onto the super soaker
Anything to be God, like may the clean-hearted walk free
It’s ironic ’cause he got wetted for spilling his drink on me
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 RIP’d

Man, I’m still up on the roads, could’ve left
Still chatting to my bros on the tech
Fuck that man, I don’t give a F (Boom, boom)
What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette
English, English girl named Fiona
African girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped like Cola
Back up, back up, ay, come closer

Look, huh, hol’ up (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)
I think I know her
I don’t like your tone, girl, talk a little lower (Nah)
N**** get shot for smoking my roll-up (Boom, boom, huh)
You said you got it now, you gotta show up (Yeah)
Shawty gon’ suck me up until it’s over (Yeah)
She like a little pretzel, you can fold her (Nah)
She got the twenty inches with the closure, huh
Yeah, 808 (Uh, yeah), no, I don’t play no games (Nah)
I don’t say nothing, I don’t clear no names (Nah)
If man’s not hot, then man’s not saying (Look)
If man’s get boomed, then I get blamed (Boom)
I took a Perky, I’m out of my brain
I ain’t never stepping out of my lane (Nah)
Man, I did a lot of shit, man, I’m proud of my name

(Woo) ZT, I’m a C double S (Yes)
Chest shot specialist, wet man’s chest
B double S (Ay), 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
I see one of them IC3’s
I make the hand ting beat (Brap, brap)
Neezy stuck in the streets, shoutout my 3×3’s

Touch-touch my watch, man, you must be crazy (Bad him up)
Had a Rollie then I switched to the AP (Boom)
Body like an earthquake, sad like Haiti
She knows me in pages, she calling 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, so bring your lady
Jig-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 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

“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 dick make gyal scream, “Papi!”
She holds my wappy, she makes me happy
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 dancing
I do no talking, the gyaldem clarting
It’s your boy in a spliff, I rass him
Bro red card him, shots, no warning
When I see red, I’m charging (Dead)

Man, I’m still up on the roads, could’ve left
Still chatting to my bros on the tech
Fuck that man, I don’t give a F (Boom, boom)
What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette
English, English girl named Fiona
African girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped like Cola
Back up, back up, ay, come closer